Perfection

When I was younger

I heard constantly

You write so beautifully

A poet is in the future

Now when I look in the mirror

I want to cry

I see you, perfection

I used to know you

But the dream is dead

I want to hide these fallen hopes

So, I turn my face

We used to be good together

Now we are dead, perfection

All the times I have fallen

All the tears that have stained my words

Still no more of you

Perfection

I want to know you again

perfection

 

 

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