*Your perfection is an illusion.
My faults are real.
'Trust' is the stitching
that holds my fragile
parts together.
Whispers of what we share,
like confetti in a breeze,
cannot be recovered
once carelessly set free.
Don't release me to the wind,
I beg you.
~~~*
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
*Your perfection is an illusion.
My faults are real.
'Trust' is the stitching
that holds my fragile
parts together.
Whispers of what we share,
like confetti in a breeze,
cannot be recovered
once carelessly set free.
Don't release me to the wind,
I beg you.
~~~*
