Perfectly Imperfect

The perfection of its imperfection
was exactly what attracted them
but as nights came and days left
their eyes begun to open;
then they realized
they were perfectly building an imperfection
that had become perfectly imperfect.

15 thoughts on “Perfectly Imperfect

  1. Ah – there is such wisdom in these words! ๐Ÿ˜€

    Often it’s TOoooo late before we realise that the differences..flaws..and imperfections that we once enjoyed are way too much to endure.

    Excellent poem and great wordplay…

  2. tricky word play ibok…i like mine bit imperfect anyway…
    looks like you have been busy while i was away…i have some catching up to do…

  3. The perfectness in imperfections are actually what draws us to them…
    Brilliantly put! And then, when realization strikes, it’s too late…Or, is it? ๐Ÿ™‚

    Only, this poem was perfectly perfect! ๐Ÿ™‚
    A very Happy Friendship Day to you, my friend (it’s still the 1st here) ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Creative Writing. Philosophical Poetry