Imperfection
Blemishes I see upon my body
Destroying my own temple
Could it be that simple
Damned to dream
and not sleep
As so it seem
and soon I will reap
From my own hands the cuts
Showing the pain in my soul
Tarnished it would be
if it was up to me
Unable to separate from what you see
My mind waiting for the day
I could leave as me
All my flaws already known and shown
Could this be green with envy
Head down
with nothing to say
No ones perfect
Imperfection he seeks
the down and out
He would show peace
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015
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