No Life Is Perfect
By Parizo Van Thulare
Sometimes is just a face with smile
Deep down the heart has secrets to hide
Sometimes is just a mouth with some teeth to shine
But when the night falls
Life goes back to that crime
Those eyes
They might look clear
But before they rest
All the pains are unleashed from their nest
Those pretty looks
And all these heavenly moods
They are just the cover ups for the wounds
Nothing is cool
Life will turn you into a tool
The true side of life keeps one grinding
This other side is all about pretending
The Veins are being punished by thoughts
The medulla is being forced to cook with endless pots
No one is perfect
We are all life's experiments
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2019
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