PerfectionA Poem by Serena Monteleone
They say it takes ten thousand hours to perfect something.
As of right now I have loved you 10,727 hours. I know I have perfected that by now. But you have been alive 133,424 hours and I know that you became perfect in less than ten thousand hours. So I don’t know how true that is.
© 2013 Serena MonteleoneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSerena MonteleoneCTAboutHey my name is Serena! I am 17 years old and I am a college student. I have one published book of poetry and I'm continuing to write in my free time! more..Writing
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