You're but a tapestry,
Still being woven through and through,
You can't expect perfection with something that's incomplete.
You're but a canvas,
Still being painted stroke after stroke,
You can't expect perfection with something that's incomplete.
You're but a mound of clay,
Still being molded day after day,
You can't expect perfection with something that's incomplete.
My dear,
You're a piece of art, I swear it
But, you cannot expect perfection with something that's incomplete.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
PoesíaBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
