We don't have to be perfections
When we enter the game of love.
Because joy and sadness come together,
In the canvas, their colors intertwine.
But if you still aim to reach perfection,
Where each day is a dazzling fairy tale,
Then you won't make it with another person
Who'll support you 'til your hair turns pale.
Love and fun is so unfair that
Not all people get to taste the both,
They do some things that get attention
As time goes by, they'll slowly learn to loathe.
So if you start to doubt your affection,
Just remember, nothing lasts forever.
Nightmares may torment you for some time,
But happy days will sure stick for way longer.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
