Perspective
Perfection holds a greater name
Defining whats not yours
Aware of wonder gone untamed
With what was pure before
Lurking in the shadows gate
The mind un opens doors
Fear of love with driven hate
Your heart is left unsure
Anger with a desperate take
Taints all you knew before
Leaving you to your self hate
That boils in your core
Copyright © Christina Belous | Year Posted 2017
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