Perfection is not mine,
There is no such thing
I’m the last child
ruining their golden years,
I do admit I’m the lucky one
I have everything I’d ever want, except love, forgiveness
Hope and perfection,
Well, maybe love,
But without the little glimmer of hope in our house
Love, Hope and Forgiveness ceases to exist
Hope?
I am hopeless
Forgiveness?
Never
Hold grudges, no apology
Un-accepting of prof : evidence
Automatically punished, hit, slapped
Constant yells of now reflecting the whispers of the past
Living on, living on
Forevermore
Love, Hope, Forgiveness and perfection nevermore, nevermore

My Darling
Come with me
into my arms
and you will see
I’m thinking about
You and me

We’ve grown apart
over the years
And to tell you the truth
it’s driving me to tears

Come into my arms
Where you need to be
So we can think
Just you and me

There's far too much
to say about our
invisible electricity, our complicated
simplicity that fills me
with just enough joy
to last me through
my day of toxicity.

To make me hunger
for your sweet, stubbly
kiss that fills the
little hole that was so
viciously knawing
at my soul.

In love, I can't pretend
in life, my bestfriend
I can't stop the emotions
that slowly creep up
expand and distend
foreign feelings, I am
able to happily follow
yet not comprehend.

With a nervous grip, the girl picks up the paintbrush;
She glances at this boy's life, a blank canvas that gives her a rush.

She asks his favorite color; he says it is always baby blue.
So she listens to his preferences and across the canvas the paintbrush flew.

When she looks at the monochrome array, she holds such disdain
For she is an artist who cannot stick to such colors mundane.

Eventually she pulls away from the baby blues,
And gives him vibrant colors and vivid hues.

She fills his world with a colorful glow,
And puts her heart and soul into giving him a rainbow.