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A kind of dark poem I wrote. I'm in a dark place right now and writing is the way I know how to try to make my life seem better. I hope you enjoy it.
P.S. My poems dont rhyme I've always had a hard time with that.


Submitted:Apr 2, 2013    Reads: 33    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


What was once perfect
is now shattered and flawed.
All the cracks I've endured
only to be shattered to
a million pieces and glued
back together with a
glue that never holds.
If you wanted perfect
why did you choose me?
I'm scarred and wounded
it will never heal completely
cause who can hide a scar that
will forever remain visible?
An imperfect angel who fell
from heaven and died lies in
the body of someone who
pretends to be perfect
enough for others.
behind this smile,
and behind these tears
this soul is perfect in an imperfect
body.
What was once perfect now lies
in ruins destroyed because of
all the things thrown that
have hit and destroyed me
like a piece of glass
that was once the perfect
mirror.





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