Scars and Glue

I handed my heart 
to a man 
with rough hands 
one day
And it got so scarred and broken 
That it ran away.
Now I give out empty air
Hoping someone new
Will come along
With hands that are strong
And build a new heart
With a hammer and glue

A 10

I am not a 10. 
I have curves in the wrong place 
I have acne on my face. 
I am not a 10. 
My eyes carry luggage
My heart carries baggage
I am not a 10.
I am plain to the masses
I am strange to the asses
I am not a 10.
My hair doesnt flow
My eyes do not glow.
I am not a 10.
I can make you laugh til you cry
I can make you want to try
I am not a 10.
My smile is perfection
My arms show affection
I am not a 10.
I love hard but with caution
I never let loved ones be forgotten
I am not a 10.
My face may not be ideal
My body may lack appeal.
But I am not a 10.
I am more than some stupid score.
I am someone you can adore.