there is a tear
from so much use
i still see the rip,
raw
white and naked it
lays there
buried with a sea of
warm blue all around
i still see the rip,
exposing the edges of my
panties...
beautiful
imperfection
the latest fashions have
been ripped
for
us
it must be excellent
to have not
"imperfections"
but perfect,
inumerable little flaws
because that's what
they want
to
see
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
2 comments:
i like! actually i love the way you manipulate the words and talk about colors and create images in this poem. i feel like you're a true poet at heart. i try to write beautiful like that but i know i'm a musician at heart. you have a natural knack for writing poetry. but it's really all in the same, we're both artists.
yeah i love music too, and i think if i get better at drums it'll become a passion, but i haven't had to try very hard with writing and i love it... so i spose i am a poet at heart
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