Perfect Symmetry

A cycle of poems «When Your Love Turns to Ashes»

Cracked concrete, a twisted tree
The world ain't built for perfect symmetry
Scraped knees and a crooked smile
Living proof that living's worthwhile

I used to chase the straight and narrow line
Thought perfection was a sacred sign
But the pressure crushed, the colors faded out
A monochrome existence, full of fear and doubt

But I'm embracing the off-kilter dance
The beautiful chaos, taking a chance
Forget the mirrors, the carefully placed
Perfect symmetry is overrated, erased!

A chipped coffee cup, a mismatched pair
Of socks, a life that's slightly off-square
A melody that wanders, a story untold
The beauty blossoms in the cracks, brave and bold

I used to crave the flawless, the pristine and clean
A life orchestrated like a well-oiled machine
But the gears would grind, the rhythms felt forced
A manufactured happiness, a love divorced

But I'm embracing the off-kilter dance
The beautiful chaos, taking a chance
Forget the mirrors, the carefully placed
Perfect symmetry is overrated, erased!

Let the wildflowers grow where they may
Unfurl their petals in their own sweet way
No need to prune them, force them to conform
Let imperfections weather every storm

But I'm embracing the off-kilter dance
The beautiful chaos, taking a chance
Forget the mirrors, the carefully placed
Perfect symmetry is overrated, erased!

Erased, erased, leave it all behind
A little crooked, a little unkind
But real and raw, and undeniably true
Perfect symmetry? I'm finally through.
I'm finally through.