Like a plastic rose with no smell Like the second-hand car you’d been dying to get Like the exam in which you couldn’t cheat Like the broken heart you left in me… Imperfect….
Like a glass with no reflexion Like the spots ruining a teen complexion Like the onion that didn’t make you cry Like the laces a child didn’t tie Like the sadness you brought to my life… Imperfect….
Like the novels without happy endings Like the poem with no feelings Like the muse which abandoned its painter Like the two faces of a faker Like the song without rhyme Like the shivers after your goodbye… Imperfect…
Like the lines I'm writing tonight Like the dark street with a light Like the fire that didn’t burn Like the beach without sand Like the drawing in black and white Like angry-looking clouds in a blue sky Like the makeup with which I will survive Imperfect….
That’s what your lies made of me, my days, my voice That’s what a true I love you could have avoided That’s how a perfect love story ended And that’s the way my smile turned imperfect.
[ I M P E R F E C T B U T I N L O V E ]
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Tue Jul 24, 2007 @ 10:26am · 0 Comments |