Perfect Imperfections

On a moonlit night he strolled for some fresh air,
When his eyes fell on her and he couldnt help but stare,
Dressed in white she reflected the silvery blaze,
He was lost in her beauty, she could tell by his constant gaze.
What does your favourite color taste like?
He asked in hesitation, a conversation to strike.
But silent she stood and made no way,
Asuming she was lost in him and had nothing to say.
He moved a bit closer, she drew back with a sigh,
As something bright darted straight across the sky.
A speed of light. A shooting star.
Burned bright revealing her ugly scar.
She looked at him and said, it tastes just like bitter gall.
If colour had a taste of any kind at all.
Feeling rebuked by her wit and smitten by her beauty,
He replied with a smile, even the moon has scars but it flaunts its beauty.

Copyright Tracy Reid

Your imperfections are perfect for someone…waiting to show you the beauty behind all your scars

-Tracy Reid