walls could talk {50 poems,quotes}

[34]

all through my youth i looked at you

and asked myself why you were a

victim of perfection

i'd look at you and think how could

you be such a heavenly human being

after some years I started asking myself if

you were a victim of perfection

were you drunk by the figure of being perfect that you killed your old self to be

this perfect?

and right now I have understood that perfection was a victim of you and when I look back I think that even I have been and still am a victim of you.