Perfect time
You keep shackles on your hands, waiting
For the perfect moment to craft something magical.
But has life ever truly been flawless?
Once, a tree showered you with blossoms,
Yet you grumbled when their dust marred your favorite shirt.
Has your heart ever been without its cracks?
Doesn't it mend, piece by piece?
You seek a time when all is without flaw,
Yet the perfect moment is the one you're living now.
Nafs penxx
YOU ARE READING
underneath her spoken words
PoetryUnderneath her spoken words There are stories to be told, voices unrevealed, pain hidden, feelings unspoken, underneath her spoken words There are alot more than just spoken words.
