Poem -
I am
I am perfection molded from every mistake,
I have scars from the lessons
I have bruises
I have pain.
You are perfection
You are rain on a sunny day
You are the eye of the storm
You are the prize to the game I played
We are a beautiful mess
We are a puzzle undone
We are the second guess of an intersection
We are naive in unforgiving ways.
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Comments
Very pretty poem Alanna and as stated we are all those things and even more. We are what we wish to be even when their exist no room for another wish to be granted....We are what we make of it, even when it has rained or remains pours outside, yet in our hearts, we yield the brilliance of the beams that accompanys our sun......
Take Care,
Jim