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IMPERFECT ME

I might not be the best you know


But please give me a chance to grow
If in my steps I sometimes fail
It doesn't mean my boat will no longer sail


So let your words to me be frail
Not in their depths, but in their tone
For this heart of mine, you cannot clone
So don't break it please, this is my plea


I try my best, if only you'd see
Am putting my best into all my deeds
I wish you'll take me in, tell me its okay
And watch me grow, I can't do it in a day

Love me as me...this much I pray
Take the time out....by my side stay
Then maybe I'll become the best you want
And make you proud of me to flaunt


Hold my hands, and let's together count
Our successes and failures, our hopes and dreams
I come to you as the imperfect me
But teach me, and we could build a perfect me.

Comments

mascot arthouse said…
...but seriously, who are u?
Anonymous said…
Nice piece, Ore mi. you are just too much. keep it up. regards
Tiwa Alagbe said…
hehehe Read my mind and find out.
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Sweet@...

Ose dear, but na Baba God all the way.
Mobolaji said…
Hmm...Love the rythm. Maybe I will engage you for my wedding toast
Tiwa Alagbe said…
hahaha...I can't wait for that day o...oya do it sharp sharp.

Thanks jare, glad you like it.
Tobi Omosebi said…
Very Nice
Josh said…
I like this and the message in it.
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Thanks Josh...

Always glad to see your comment.
Unknown said…
Great lesson for all of us who want that perfect person overnight. Only if everyone around us can read this. Nice piece.
Anonymous said…
::: YGH... duffing my hat for while i bend down to kiss ur feet* Thinking of a duet 'MI&Tiwa savage - Imperfect Me' hmmm, the best song of the year with the best lyrical content. Great lines with in depth expressions: "For this heart of mine, you cannot clone
So don't break it please, this is my plea
I wish you'll take me in, tell me its okay
Love me as me...this much I pray
Then maybe I'll become the best you want
And make you proud of me to flaunt" :::
Tiwa Alagbe said…
thanks dear...

I'm always glad to have you here!
Tiwa Alagbe said…
hehehe...don't make my head swell jor

*serious face* thanks alot...i aprc8 u!
Anonymous said…
::: You just can't run away from your natural endowment - let the head swell oh cause u are just too good! *grin*:::

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