You're heartbreakingly imperfect,
And think, it's adolescent to stay pure,
But still in wonder what's the profit,
And how much tears does it take,
To get sufficiently mature?
Surreptitiously,
In the corners of your wording,
I feel your strength,
Defying glory, seeming vain,
And taking gentle pride in just recording
The vanity of hidden pain;
Blast! Who am I to draw attention?
Below career, laughing at success...
My summer dress and false pretensions
Pink lips and daring to impress...
You see, we're the lofty playing shallow,
Letting the summer to be our guide,
Look! Such evenings are so fresh and mellow...
With an abundance of joy to the mind;
You re Heartbreakingly Imperfect
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2018
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