She walked around the square,Biting into her apple as I bit mine.Did we taste the same fruit?
I thought I knew you but,I didn’t, not without me.Everytime I looked at you,I was standing in the way.My eyes, blurry…
Is perfect a perfect word?If I say perfect enough times,Do I take away its power?And if I never say it again,Will it be something greater?
How many words were lost in chasing perfection?How many books not published, how many stories not told?How many songs silenced? How many…
We went in together,Sat next to each other,Touched hands, at times.
Dancing between mirrors,
Gently tracing my reflections,
She stood at yet another intersectionSurrounded by questions wherever she looked.Signs, options, choices, decisions all around.
An empire built on all imperfect things,The most beautiful empire there is.Invaluable items you failed to see.Perfection has claimed all as…