My eyes are filled to it's brim,
Tears threaten to fall down them,
My face is a tint of the beautiful sunset
That unfolds before me,
And the ever so beautiful pearls
Creep onto my cheeks.
They leave their arms wide open,
Caressing them with solace.
I was happy; truly.
I had been strong for too long,
Pretending was never fun.
People say I am a man,
That I shouldn't cry,
But who doesn't like a man,
Brave enough to flaunt his fright.
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Perfect Imperfections
PoetryImperfections are beautiful. Absolutely magnificent. One of the many factors that make us humane and don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. These poems are for those people who have been feeling down about their imperfections. I just had to re...
