Enter The Poet - Without Perfection

I found my heart today
exactly where you discarded it
dusty, broken, and worn
I asked you to take care of it
but you didn't
all my friends thought you were different
and so did I
they say that people can change,
often they forget it could be for the worst
well, I guess I'll just pick it up,
dust it off and mend it
I've had plenty of practice; far too much
I hope, that one day
that all of this practice,
will prevent another perfect mistake
because people say that practice
makes perfect