Paint a portrait of perfection and you'll see many flaws
But cling to an obsession and you can avoid them all
Smudges range from big to small and People range from short to tall
Lies dissolve villages
Eating away it's pilgrimage
The standards of mankind protect what they cannot control
This world will satisfy any curious mind
Divided times
That are slick as ice
Convinced of a perfection they cannot hold
MicShy
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twistedbeauty says: nice write |
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The Immortal Wize says: I truly love this! Welcome to the Vibe |
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DallasCowgirl says: I really like this piece! Keep writing, sis! |
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Perfect FlawsPaint a portrait of perfection and you'll see many flaws But cling to an obsession and you can avoid them all Smudges range from big to small and People range from short to tall Lies dissolve villages Eating away it's pilgrimage The standards of mankind protect what they cannot control This world will satisfy any curious mind Divided times That are slick as ice Convinced of a perfection they cannot hold |