Believe me when I tell you
I don't have it figured out yet
people fail to remember,
we're imperfect.
That's not hard to figure out
you can't see that though.
Everyone seems to look as if
they do have it figured out.
But through the naked eye,
the new eye,
we're all alike and defective,
flaws and all,
simply imperfect.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
