I wonder
How many times
      the phrase
                  "I'm okay"
                       Has been spoken
                           With a broken spirit,
                                  bloodshot eyes,
                                     and quivering lips

I like simple things.
Walking
Breathing
Talking
I don't like simple things that turn into compex things.
Sprinting
Hyperventilating
Arguing
I have a hard time focusing on simplicity when it all changes into complexity without warning.

Lurking in the dust
           Shattered memories of love
                             A love lost with time

It pierces the darkness
Shatters the grey
Brings in hope and happiness
Turns the night to day

Fear and sadness tremble
For lo they rule the night
They lose all hold and power
In the dawn of morning light

True companions are a treasure
Worth more than silver or gold
They're filled with love and laughter
And are glorious to behold

What defines perfection?
Why is it so "great"?
What makes it so desirable?
Why a source of hate?

For me, perfection is different
In every human being
The sparkle in their eyes
When they talk about meaning

I'll take imperfection
If it means we're not the same
I'll love my flaws and faults
Even when others deem them "lame"

So love your flaws and faults
Your scars and your past
And wait for someone to come
Who loves you for you at last

I wonder how it would be
If all of us could see
The tears that hide, behind the eyes
Of the girl in the magazine
The one that yearns
For us to glean
That she is more
Than the girl in the magazine
She has thoughts
And feelings too
And longs for love
As most people do
But she's told by others not to worry
And not to get in such a flurry
For things come easy to a tiny waist
And girls that have a pretty face
Maybe we should learn to look
At people without a glare
Maybe looking at people closer
And giving a good stare
Perhaps then we would see the truth
In the eyes of society's deemed
That there's no such thing as a perfect life
And nothing is what it seems