Beautiful Imperfections
Listening to the gentle breeze
Falling into a deep sleep
Not too loud
But there is no absence of sound
Reminiscing over the countless moments
The happy moments
The sad ones too
Maybe a few here and there that have never been forgotten
But some just painful to remember
They hold the darkest secrets
The softest words, maybe even whispers
Whispers of anger
And the small specks of beautiful imperfections
They stay there
Perfectly imperfect
How wonderful they can be
Just to once again
Remember those moments
Those beautifully imperfect moments
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Beautiful Lies and Silent Truths
PoetryI like to write poems sometimes; some don't rhyme at all. Just like my stories, they are just random ideas that come to mind. I've been into slam poetry lately, so these may sound a lot like a slam poem instead.
