A picture perfect epilogue
for a story untold,
spoken words unheard fall on deaf ears.
Somewhere inside is lost,
the things I wish to say to you,
forgetting the remembered
just to remember the forgotten.
I’m wide asleep,
deep awake inside,
such a dangerous serenity,
an imperfect paradise.
Disgustingly gorgeous,
you’re a beauty for the human race,
still I’m blindly composing poems
for you.