Occasional Poetry
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Why?
a silent voice
a loud silence
a cracked perfection
i see your beauty through blind eyes
you are blind to the beauty you hold
a depressing love for prefection
a twisted obsession with you
as i stare at you from my dark corner
why?
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