perfectionA Poem by strange_gurlignore the grammari dont want everything around me to be goodi dont want everything i do to be goodi dont want to be sorounded by good peoplei want PERFECTIONi want to build my house from the woodi want to drink from the pure riversi want to eat the fresh fruitsi dream of a fearless futurei dream of an angel loversuddnely a loud scary sound forces me to open my eyes and stop dreaming
i look around me but all what i see is the UN-PERFECTIONthe sound of bullets and rocketsthe tears of the mothers who lost their childrenthe smell of the dead bodieslimit my dreamspull my hopes downburn my wishesit's un-perfect feeling watching my wishes turn to a smokea dark smoke that disappeare in the airthe day became a nightthe sounds of bullets became louderi watch the stars smilingand i hear the moon whispers to me ''perfection is waiting for u tomorrow''even though i do realise that excatly what happens to me every single dayit became a routine watching my perfect dream turns to disapearancebut dreaming of perfectionis my greatest obbession© 2008 strange_gurl |
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2 Reviews Added on February 24, 2008 Authorstrange_gurlsheffield, United KingdomAbouthello..my name is Tara,am 20yrs old,i live in uk in sheffield... i've always loved to write,and i got so happy when i saw this site which i can publish my stories,i know my grammar is not perfect but .. more..Writing
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