Small beads of imperfections hang <br />upon the necks of the self- deemed perfect, <br />They claim no flaws, yet they are riddled with lies, <br />Upon the perfect are the imperfections of being perfect, <br />They know not the plethra of distortions twisting their tongues, <br />Yet they indulge on the sweet flavor, <br />Of their fraudulent gratification for such imperfect perfections.<br /><br />Crimson Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imperfect-perfections/
