Inconceivable though it may seem
but this is what I dare to dream,
burn the effigy of the cream de la cream,
then like a phoenix it will emerge,
the beauty of imperfection would be hard to submerge
Perfection is the prince,
artifice the princess
we are mere followers of the infallible light..
With every practiced smile
With ever rehearsed word,
My image in the mirror blurs.
I am tired of a perfect self--
Give me muck, give me grime..
the moon has spots, so do I
A kaleidoscope made up of broken bangles
a devils heart in an innocent angel
My first date with a perfect Micheal
Now makes me crave for an imperfect one.
Pardon me I defy the norm...
How can I , when God can't stop the storm.
Very well-written..You wonderfully destroyed the myth of perfection..It is good not to strive for perfection.. It is a lost cause.. just like the situation that lies behind the creation of this poem
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