Is there such a thing as perfect?
If not why is it there?
What could be perfect today, suddenly flawed tomorrow
Looking up at the sky, what a perfect view
Now that it's raining I can't seem to see you
Clouds, little pillows of milky white
Paint the sky's canvas but restarts everyday
Perfect sometimes? No such thing as perfect they say
Like your first love and first time
Perfection seems so simple
Within reach, visual view
Is perfect a myth or even a plot?
To keep us going, to make us distraught?
Perfect is never perfect even in it's own sense...
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
Is there such a thing as perfect?
If not why is it there?
What could be perfect today, suddenly flawed tomorrow
Looking up at the sky, what a perfect view
Now that it's raining I can't seem to see you
Clouds, little pillows of milky white
Paint the sky's canvas but restarts everyday
Perfect sometimes? No such thing as perfect they say
Like your first love and first time
Perfection seems so simple
Within reach, visual view
Is perfect a myth or even a plot?
To keep us going, to make us distraught?
Perfect is never perfect even in it's own sense...
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