If Perfection Is Everything
If perfection is everthing
and mistakes aren't made to trouble the clear water,
does one ever learn anything?
I have my flaws and my prospective seems in disorder.
If I am unable to untie this knob
that won't allow me to cry: let me cry
and forget the bitterness of promised things
you deserved to have to make you happy;
selfishness held me in its arms and forced me not to sob
and I hid my regret in shame not to confirm your doubts.
If perfection is everything in your imagined universe,
how can you look at others who are so imperfect
and ignore them when they give into their silence?
Be compassionate and withdraw that thought!
Higher than clouds I should have taken you darling,
and open the gate leading to Heaven and beyond...
declaring you my princess who deserved happiness,
and caressing you certainly would have brought you bliss.
If perfection is everything to the proudest men,
how could they ever understand the humble ones
always finding the road back to their sweethearts?
Will they be lonely and also be unloved again?
Written on 9/4/2020
Copyright ( 2020 ) by Andrew Crisci
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