Wabi-Sabi
(n.) the discovery of beauty in imperfection; the acceptance of the cycle of life and death.♫ ♫ ♫
we all are imperfect like a gorgeously off-scale song
then how do puzzles fit together if they were like us?
your words bothered me like ghosts all day long
were you perfect that you called my voice wrong?
it melted me first but later turned me firm and strongour unrequited love sound like an out-of-tune verse
then will we ever fall together in the cycle of affection?
don't know if it's a blessing disguised as a deadly curse
can you tell where we stand in this naturally off-scale universe?
between anguish and anger, no one's the better or the worsepretty much everything that exists is out-of-perfection
then how can I be on a piece of definite, symphonic music?
this off-scale life gives us equal hatred as it provides affection
why did your bitter truth want my bitter voice's correction?
my mistake, though accepted by many, is still your objectionyour flawless voice will fade and your beauty will dissolve
then will you still point out the errors residing in me?
today's rose will wilt and decay, and another one will evolve
why did you halt the universe around which I used to revolve?
if my off-scale tone is the problem, it's your duty to solvemy eyes were red as they mourned the day's aching tale
then why do I still wish to forgive you for the pain you caused?
you sank my hand-carved paper boat of love that had a sail
if there was no one to win, then how did I particularly fail?
it may have sounded horrible, but all of us can be off-scale♫ ♫ ♫
none of us is truly perfect; we all have our off-scale.
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.
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TO THE MOON AND NEVER BACK
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