Thursday, November 18, 2010

See You Later

There is very little,
That your perfection does not fulfill,
Through your dark and flawless,
And much revealed shell,

To the ideal structure of your bones and soul,
Imagined by my imperfect mind.
Oh, if only I was perfect, too,
That my components might be compatible to thine,

And so that you might give me the time of day,
As I know now you never will,
If only because my humility,
Won't allow me to be capable,

Of being alright,
With assuming I might have a chance,
Because my world is one among many,
Across which I cannot reach my hands.

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