The Perfect Day Poem by sammi ama

The Perfect Day



the problem may be:
I live in the sincerity
of every smiled promise

even though I know better.
if things and beings
were meant to be understood,

he would not have to demand
for my definition of

perfection: simple,
nothing changes
except for the fact that
you are now allowing
for things to be so.

one day,
I'll be able to completely
accept the problem
as simply myself, and nothing else.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
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