Every Pretty Girl Has Her Faults.

We all hate life
At one point
Or another.
It's inevitable
But have we ever
Stopped
To look at the
Little things?
Like the green, green grass
On the other side of town
Where you say
You don't belong.
Or the dog
Who has
A limp
But still chases
The squirrel.
Or the
Clumsy girl
Who laughs at her
Flaws
And doesn't
Give a damn
About anything but
Being happy.
And with every
Scratch and scar
She still is
Never faded.
She just
Looks right over them
And smiles at
The pretty things.
So, tell me
Are you ready
To start
Laughing at your
Flaws?