I’ve never seen a clear moon
Free from all blemishes
But it with its imperfectness just makes it all the more real
Makes me realize that no matter how beautiful you maybe
You still do have a flaw.
I might be blinded by your splendor
The sheer presence of yours is enough to sweep me off my feet
I may never be as good as you are
But I appease this heart of mine
You aren’t perfect.
Nobody is.
Slowly I ponder upon things which I didn’t say
But would you care to listen?
Would you have time to patiently wait?
To listen to the diminutive elements
That makes my heart skip a beat.
1 comment:
Last 5 lines pack a punch. Just re-write the 3rd, it's a little grammatically awkward.
It with it's imperfectness is all the more real.
OR
It's imperfectness just makes it all the more real.
Either of these 2 would be more correct :)
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