We aim for perfection
Yet only aim for the clouds
When the stars are waiting
Waiting patiently, for our ascend
We claim to be imperfect,
Rather than try to make perfection
What drives us forward to be our best
Yet, even if perfection was attainable
What would we be, if not humans
For making mistakes
And learning from them
@AW
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Words Within Me (A poetry based book)
PoesiaI heard the whispers as I lay, with dread The gruesome screams of figures I created Exceedingly painful, calling cries for help Of the invisible beings scolding me with fire I couldn't run, there was no escape Nor a light at the end of this dark...
