Perfection does not impress me,
for it's only in shrouds of pretend.
Dancing to a tune of lies,
Where I cannot fix or mend.
*
A G-dly existence but unseen,
leaving me to imagine only.
But not one thinks perfect as mine
and then my thoughts get lonely.
*
It breathes an air in a world
so far, yet desired by all.
But for me it's just fantastical
that's not worth wanting the drawl.
*
It cannot manipulate me
into falling for its shine.
Perfection does not impress me
For, I'm unperfect, And I'm still fine.
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Lol you can't impress me like that either..😉... love those powerful two end lines... keep it up.