Take a look at my outer appearance It's so cool, you can call it perfect But I am a contradiction, as we all are - Perfectly imperfect My eyes - the window to my unbalanced soul Sometimes betrays my outer composure Take a 'look' at my heart very well You can see my trials Only if you could rip it right open My scars, my tears They all tell a story - A story unknown to the world My head is filled with wishes But I am learning to accept that I am more than I appear I am letting my soul soar to beautiful skies I am letting my mind create beautiful images of my fantasy But sometimes I need rest The embers in my passion still smolders my heart Perhaps, I will let my appearance go wild I will wear my favorite color, black Then my heart, my appearance and my cloth will go in the same direction And there will no longer be contradiction Then I will be Perfectly Imperfect But I know that is how life is Life is unpredictable and rightly so It doesn't mean I have to be perfect It only shows I am peculiar just the way I am
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.