vorige gedicht
volgende gedicht
vorige gedicht
volgende gedicht
Perfection is an illusion.
Beauty is seen in those who can create it.
Everybody has their own kind of beauty.
Just not everyone can see.
But that doesn’t mean you are empty.
We are only human.
Killing machines is what we are.
Blood on our hands.
Still capable to create an illusion of perfection for us all.
Reacties op ‘Perfection is an illusion.’
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Ook deze zijn prachtig! xxlisanne
lisanne - 07-12-2014 om 20:46