Friday, January 29, 2021

Imperfect

Imperfect perfection, is this all some horrid lesson.

Found it, then torn away; though I gave my all, everyday.

Days darker than I ever knew, sky’s now a sorrowful hue.

Never to have the will to find, as this is what it feels like when a soul dies.


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