Perfectly Imperfect

I Look into the mirror
And your reflection stares back at me
Like a poison you run in me…
Tears fall down as memories come
And no hopes grow from my barren dreams
I'm running in circles of your love
Yet feel static in these whirling streams
Chained to you on this marry go round
Neither can i go up
Nor can i fall down

Ashes of the burning memories..
Give birth to another you..
The more I want to forget you..
The more my feelings cling to me
Loving you as well as I can
Yet feeling so perfectly imperfect...

Written by Nouman Akbar.

Comments

Awais Aftab said…
You are welcome, dear. :)
Abdullah Shahid said…
Thats a beautiful piece of poetry!

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