Perfect World’s never seem to last
in this shriveled old raisin of a universe.
It’s time to release these burdened thoughts
and drift off into space into someone else;
someone better. Someone worth it.
Let stars fill my eyes and let me know no other.
The sun seems so eternal
and the moon so fleeting.
I had one, once; a Perfect World.
It bloomed on the crest of spring
...and died at the fall of the seasons.
It seems so long ago, now...
and I don’t want to remember it.
But the ushering in of Summer forces it
as do the words and melodies of songs
I don’t listen to anymore.
All year I have refrained from playing them;
ticking me off and ticking off time
from my life; my very precious life
I hold dear to my heart in a heart of gold.
If you gave me that golden locket,
I would throw it in the dirt and leave it to die.
But that would have been too much, for you.
Now I throw memories of you away for good.
And this is my Perfect World.
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Submission Name: ‘Perfekte Welle’
