Poems from QuirkyRose
Why must
you make me suffer?
One error and I am faulty?
Why do you uproot my regret
and prevent me from my blossom?
Even the most...
I’m not a machine.
I make mistakes.
Hell, even a computer makes mistakes.
But unlike their errors, I don’t need
you to fix mine. I am my...
Save the newborn eyes
So that the mind grows astonished
like that of the old man.
Wise but
not tired,
not bored.
Each day deserves a
fresh...
All the years of winding
and tightening the
perfectionist urges, only
to increase the craving
for alteration. And finally
comes the vain...