The World Is Vain Poem by Valentina Granados

The World Is Vain



Dying for perfection.
The world is vain.
Full of material things.
Drugly intoxicated.
A sexcapade.
We all lie.
True love is buried underneath me.
In the rich dark soil.
I hide my imperfections.
Only bringing out the best in me.

Wednesday, June 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love,philosophical,pollution
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