ImperfectA Poem by fatalsymphonies
We're imperfect,
We're spreading scarlet like the drops of blood that paint these fingernails. I dig my fingers into the ground, and Crack. Perfection loses its breath, A wish of yours and a wish of mine amidst the thunders of Evening's forever, My senses of togetherness Rains. (Do you feel that?) We're imperfect, We're spreading scarlet Like the drops of tears that wash away these grounds. Only a shape of our emotion Stays behind, (Do you see that?) Love never claimed to be, But I held it between my layers of soft skin Like an onion in a blizzard, to dust the skies. Perfection?
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14 Reviews Added on April 2, 2011 Last Updated on April 2, 2011 AuthorfatalsymphoniesNCAboutI'm just your average Fatal Symphony... Sometimes I write stories, other times poetry. Ache with me? more..Writing
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