Infection
And he is perfect.Like the silver-crested moon
Barely rising above the blood-stained horizon.
And when he smiled
Light slowly broke through
And poured over the remaining clouds of yesterday.
Today brings new flaws,
But in flaws,
I discovered perfection.
Within this cracked heart,
and shattered dreams,
I can feel a healing.
And the sun
leaked through the clouds
and spread into the sky.
And his smile will come and go.
Just like the sun and moon.
And with every new day
Brings new flaws
Creating his perfection.
By: Brandi Deacon
2009
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