Twenty-seven white lilies surrounded the King of Spades;
Love-me, Love-me-not, and one has left relasing the knot;
Twenty-six are still blossoming brightly
As if he were already here holding me lightly.
Perfection is a concept that was derived from something you decided was "good" or "right", and what you are doing now is being compared to that decision. But in reality, perfection is nothing but an idea.
Post je objavljen 04.07.2007. u 11:36 sati.