What's perfect can never be right
Real things are never perfect
What you wanted was an illusion
The reality offered
What was love was game
What was something wasn't really everything
You fell without even hitting rock bottom
Hanging in between
The air you needed almost killed you
Real things were right when the wrongs stole your heart
You let it,
You wanted to be selfless
But in the end it's not about them
It was all about you
Only if you knew
The wrongs needed more fixing
Than the broken
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PoetryLike a bird, hatched out the broken shell, with a promised fate yet an unsure one. As its wings bloom with luxury, the wind its companion, the lost treasure its treat, the whole world its vision, the seasons would be its reasons, yet all these freed...
