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Flawed
i notice everything
if it's an open heart,
mine has been ripped open
enough to know,
it's only a wound,
nothing more..
if it's a closed one,
only a wall,
So, why not me?
why must it be
that i should be perfect?
why cannot i, too, fail?
you want to fall
in love with a God,
yet, don't you know
we mortals are
hopelessly flawed?
so, from the very start
you ask for promises
and strings
and roses and rings
and all i can really bring
is wall on solid ground
a perpetual wound
and sugary smiles
salty tears
no promise of
even the next moment
but hopes full of countless years
if that's not enough
then you are right
in your eternal plight
to walk the tundra
until a rosebud breaks
after centuries make
it thawed
un-bleak
i'm sorry that
a promise of love
is not equivalent to the God
you seek.
X.
