Imperfect

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?

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

Amazing. Beautifully expressed.

[Lily Mae]

"We're imperfect... We're spreading scarlet...Like the drops of tears that wash away these grounds"... Perfectly said.. this is an amazing poem...xx

[HopelesslyDevoted]

very well said