I wanted to draw something perfect,
but I kept changing it, and every time I thought it was perfect enough I would add something new
Sometimes I'd even erase the whole thing and start all over
I tried to ask for help, what would be the perfect colour, the perfect shape
All the answers I got were different
That's when I realised perfection can't be drawn
Because it doesn't really exist, we all have our own individual ideas of perfection
And they're never the same as others, sometimes even our own ideas change
There's no such a thing as perfection, it's a made up standard. It doesn't exist.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
