“Perfection”
Perfection is a preception
That i can no longer take in
Because imperfection is perfect
so why try to change it
we tweak and we change
all over we rearrange
to earn some change
to buy a new chain
But that will shackle you down
Believing in perfection is like believing in Santa
Its beautiful as a kid
But than reality strikes
Nothing is perfect
Nothing is grand
But when i feel your hand
It feels perfect
So maybe its a feeling
Not so much a look
Because i swear when i look at you
You see flaws
I see beauty
You see things that must change
and i see only one thing to change
And that would be,
Your last name
I once Mattered
I remember when i once mattered
not matter as in surface matter
but rather be seen in your brain matter
letting me see into your mind
and roaming around for hours
talking
conversing
smiling
pertruding
out of your mind i went
only to try and return
denied by love
even worse by trust
so now i must
try to save us
and take a long ride on a bus
to get to where our feelings were left
see when i started talkin to u
i immediatly jumped on to find them
but realized im the only one looking
so now my heart is cooking
only to be sold off
to the end of the universe
so again i travel at the speed of light
to gain sight
of a sight
that brightens my sight
only to find a door
with cobwebs and dust
i grab the handle and open it up
only to find ashes
of a once beautiful time
Ashes of when you,
were mine
