Imperfect

What eyes that cry.
What hands that hold.
What ears that listen.
What mouth that speaks.
What heart that feels.
What soul that breaks.

These are all I have.
These are all temporary.
These are all imperfect.

 

2017

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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