Perfect clothing

I'll never be the woman with the perfect hair, who wears white without spilling on it.

i guess that says it all.

and although i have so many thoughts dancing in my head, i cannot pick a single one to write it down.

I'm not perfect, and neither are you. Together we get close to perfection, but as all things, 'we' has flaws too.

I could write it. But i cannot find the will to do so. I do not want to spill over my white dress.

The best clothes are those hidden in the closet, cause they can never be touched by time nor reality. 

But how could i keep my heart in a bottle?