Perfect (Poem), by YourEyesMyWords |
Perfect... It's that word again, In which i am not... Perfect... I wish, But sadly i am not, And never will be... Perfect... A figment of the imagination, Something that is non existent, And keeps me up at night, And my eyes watering up. Perfect... Perfect... Perfect...does not exist, At least it doesnt in me... |
Posted: 2011-03-01 20:15:53 UTC |
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