Poems from Izzyd1515
What color is perfection?
That elusive transcendence from reality
That which demands unnecessary change
I see you, and you are transparent...
Sometimes I hold my head in my hands and sink into the sheets
teeth in a soft lip turned chapped
too much pushing on me from all sides...
I am Unfinished.
My edges aren't sanded smooth
There are creases and circles worn into my eyes,
There are scars and callouses on my...