Perfect - Poem by laura random
Waiting in the darkness
Is the person of my nightmare
Always haunting me
Telling me what to do and think
It's become more then a thought
It's an obsession
But what is perfect?
But a dream that is portrayed
Everyone's perfect is different
And when we reach perfect
Will that be enough?
Or will we continue to want more?
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