Perfection

by stephen   Jun 12, 2008


I was thrown on the ground, and left for lost and found.
Pound by pound i took this world into my hands.
I found i could not hold it i could not stand.
Taking me down with it swiftly and sound.
Leaving a hole in me that was perfectly round.
Were my heart use to be it is no longer found.
Unable to obtain perfection in a world so profound.

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