How crystal clear my heart is
At least it creeps me
The vividness of my dream
The film rolls unstoppably
Without a wrinkle in its motion
What is perfection to a tee?
My, if I did not know
Where would my heart be?
Somewhere in the depths of dark canyons
Crying an expired tear
For inclinations of the mind
I vote for the soul freely
Roam and speak
May I be able to predict
This run or perhaps not
Crave to have a slender possibility
Alternate ending if I must plea
For perfection does exist
No one here seeks it
And hence why it is granted
Welcome to role you've given
There will be no expiring
In your heart or fear
And that is how it ought to be.
If you must go and try to dry
The tear you have yet to cry
Know this perfection will cease
And you are so much on a losing streak
Breathe and hear, listen with
Stillness in your cries
When perfection expires
And you wave good-bye
Terrible sin will rejoice
You will be reborn
So go ahead and plant your tear
As if I have spoken nill
Your face will tire
Tear expired.
9.20.05 by Lucie T.
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