Smooth and polished,
porcelain plates.
Won’t you allow me,
some mistakes?
For if they break,
crack and tremble,
it is only,
unintentional.
These tiny shards,
might hurt you just a tiny bit,
but it is me who lost my pieces,
tiny voids nothing could fit.
I’ll apologize for imperfections,
I’ll apologize for my lackings,
but will you allow me,
the luxury to be human?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
Smooth and polished,
porcelain plates.
Won’t you allow me,
some mistakes?
For if they break,
crack and tremble,
it is only,
unintentional.
These tiny shards,
might hurt you just a tiny bit,
but it is me who lost my pieces,
tiny voids nothing could fit.
I’ll apologize for imperfections,
I’ll apologize for my lackings,
but will you allow me,
the luxury to be human?
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