No Comfort in Perfection

No Comfort in Perfection

A Poem by SonOfaSailor

Puking up your sorrows
Keep it to yourself
Love will come tomorrow
if your body sells

As inhibition grows
Rivers turn to wells,
Nobody can know
Only time will tell

© 2015 SonOfaSailor


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SonOfaSailor
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Added on January 23, 2015
Last Updated on May 31, 2015
Tags: love, hate, sorrow, inhibition, time, river, well, body, image, self, perfection, comfort

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SonOfaSailor
SonOfaSailor

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I like to write, play guitar and make somebodies day a little better. I'd love to help you if I am able. I only hope that you would do the same. Write often and Read more :) more..

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