If love decided to be perfect,
Humanity may become humane.
Brokenness could deteriorate,
Jealousy a forgotten game.
If love decided to be perfect,
Peace may have a chance.
Honesty would blossom in acceptance,
We could achieve our unfathomable dreams.
If love decided to be perfect,
A wholeness within could be filled.
The negativity that tomorrow always finds,
could finally close its eyes and die.
Alas, love shall never be perfect,
Hate- its true desire.
Good fortune always shines above waiting,
To turn into a most painful destruction.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
If love decided to be perfect,
Humanity may become humane.
Brokenness could deteriorate,
Jealousy a forgotten game.
If love decided to be perfect,
Peace may have a chance.
Honesty would blossom in acceptance,
We could achieve our unfathomable dreams.
If love decided to be perfect,
A wholeness within could be filled.
The negativity that tomorrow always finds,
could finally close its eyes and die.
Alas, love shall never be perfect,
Hate- its true desire.
Good fortune always shines above waiting,
To turn into a most painful destruction.
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