Perfection is unobtainable.
Perfection is unreachable and unreal.
Perfection... doesn't exist.
You could look around and point out flaw in everything you saw.
A stone, a mirror and even me.
You see, we are flawed.
You are flawed.
But you... you are my perfect.
Each and every tiny imperfection within you is beauty to me.
You are by no means perfect. According to a dictionary I guess.
But to me you are everything.
You are my imperfect perfect and I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Words n' shit
PoetryThis is a collection of stuff that I wrote. It's not that good. I'm not an experienced writer or poet but sometimes it helps me to write what I feel.
