Perfect poetry,
Were the bags under her eyes;
Full of misery,
The cracks in her smile.
But we erased and drew again,
And that is when we realized,
The smudges,
Buried right underneath her smile.
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Pleas of Futility
Non-FictionMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.
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Perfect poetry,
Were the bags under her eyes;
Full of misery,
The cracks in her smile.
But we erased and drew again,
And that is when we realized,
The smudges,
Buried right underneath her smile.
