My soul mourns and venom pours
Deadly
fascination as it begins to envy
Imperfections made through stitches
Broken parts left in a ditch
Fashions a spark of glitches
dreams weaved true Perfection
Interlinked like a paperclip Chain
No seal can brake its veins
And no heart can overtake
But the One who can remove the mistakes mistaken
And hours it takes
For it to await
Thus good things come to those
Who do wait.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
My soul mourns and venom pours
Deadly
fascination as it begins to envy
Imperfections made through stitches
Broken parts left in a ditch
Fashions a spark of glitches
dreams weaved true Perfection
Interlinked like a paperclip Chain
No seal can brake its veins
And no heart can overtake
But the One who can remove the mistakes mistaken
And hours it takes
For it to await
Thus good things come to those
Who do wait.
