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Words mean a lot, though miss used a lot And so I thought why not, type-out my thoughts At the age of twenty, I fought a lot and I lost Submitted to reality, thanks to life for this munity I quarrel with this world to find my golden state, but Even in the golden age, this imperfect being still remains Yes I grow with age, learn from my mistakes Expelling all the weeds, growing and suffocating this angelic Creation So when I wake-up, stare at mirror, moisture my skin with perfumed lotion With the attempt to adorn this temple... Close to Goodness yet far from purity at times I may be white, till my robe is painted with mud I'm only human, and yes I fall, but get back up This life is rough, behind the smiles and all the love Remain deep scars, this life is tough, but I still laugh Endure the harsh times, and all the storms If I be iron this structure would be corroded Filled with rust, burying, who I really am All my imperfections, lust lack of trust, sometimes lack of love, and all the scars can taint my soul Flawless Imperfectionist
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Flawless Imperfectionist
Words mean a lot, though miss used a lot And so I thought why not, type-out my thoughts At the age of twenty, I fought a lot and I lost Submitted to reality, thanks to life for this munity I quarrel with this world to find my golden state, but Even in the golden age, this imperfect being still remains Yes I grow with age, learn from my mistakes Expelling all the weeds, growing and suffocating this angelic Creation So when I wake-up, stare at mirror, moisture my skin with perfumed lotion With the attempt to adorn this temple... Close to Goodness yet far from purity at times I may be white, till my robe is painted with mud I'm only human, and yes I fall, but get back up This life is rough, behind the smiles and all the love Remain deep scars, this life is tough, but I still laugh Endure the harsh times, and all the storms If I be iron this structure would be corroded Filled with rust, burying, who I really am All my imperfections, lust lack of trust, sometimes lack of love, and all the scars can taint my soul Flawless Imperfectionist
Perfection is close to us, yet far from our reach. But chasing after it, makes us seem perfect, when no one is.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
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