Love was the only decent art we made,
we tried to turn it into perfection.
But in the end
what we did became destruction
and everything we created
became figments of our own imagination.
Lost.
Forgotten.
I hated how we let it happen.
To destroy the art,
Even when we knew 'perfect' never really existed.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Milk Tea Girl
Poetry" all-powerful are words. foolish are those who use it. " ©-Yoonmi
