She’s no ballerina

She’s no ballerina.

But she would dance with me.

Her eyes aren’t blue skies.

But she kept rainy days away.

No angel is she.

But these wounds she did heal.

Saintly? No damn chance.

A little thing that swears like hell. 

But with a soul that shines a light. 

She’s nowhere near perfect.

But It’s where this man liked to be.

She’s a wonderful wreak.

But it’s in the most beautiful way.

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