perfections
Perfections are always wanted
Making the real us to be neglected
Creating a war within ourselves
And endless journeys of finding who we are not
Dear young man
I heard that you're out of prison Was it a lesson learnt Or break taken Was it a sin forsaken Or energy retaken This time is no longer about pain But the scar on the spot you found plain I have to look my self in the mirror Whereby you always appear I have to listen to the sharp pain in my heart Hurting like I've been stabbed by spear And my reflection no longer clear As tears gathering to form huge spheres When I think of your face with long beard near Calling me dear While touching me here I always fear That my imaginations could be real My world is now like a hall Divided by four broken walls Afraid that anytime they could fall As you will be the cause I can say the sun healed me with its rays And the rain washed away all the pain But your face will always bring it back
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