Poem: Proof

Perfection

Proof

“I am not perfect.” she said and I laughed.

“Perfection is a lie,
a ghost of someone who never lived.
It is make-believe,
a terrible barrier
to all the beauty in the world.”

“You are crazy.” she said,
and kissed me,
proving my point, exactly.

About this poem

I am not a fan of perfection. I believe that the need to achieve it is a thief and a liar.

Just sayin’.

Tom

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