Perfection:
An empty wish,
A broken possession,
A whole new story to tell.
Stay true to yourself.
How hard could it be?
But please everyone else.
Perfection, a disease.
Just keep sane.
And always smile.
Never be to blame.
And never be vile.
Perfection –
A molded lump of clay.
This, my broken confession.
I want my life back, if I may?
{ 2017 }
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Black And White
PoetrySeeing a Black And White world is a form of naiveté. A beautifully, chaotic way of seeing a world covered in nothing but grey.
