Hey… it’s not always this perfect…

There’s a blue sky above us,
I gaze upon the white clouds,
My eyes are tired,
Feeling at ease,
A sigh came out

The ground is soft,
With greenery of beauty,
The wind blew and the grass in unison,
There’s music in the air,
Whistle into my ears; soft and gentle

I closed my eyes and I sense my surrounding,
I feel the wind glide against my skin,
A smooth and yet elegant, calm and wonderful,
I feel a thousand times deeper,
And a million times happier

Yet life without someone to share with,
Is nothing more of a lonely place to be in,
A hole in the middle that is so dark,
There’s nothing in the center,
No sense of wonder and cheer

How I loathe this feeling,
And still I am able to move on,
Even with all the haunts behind me,
I am fixing as much as I can to rebuild a broken frame,
But it will not be complete unless someone understands

In any journey taken, there will always be a few bumps ahead,
One such as mine is a long toll of hard knocks and frustration,
I am punctured with holes deep inside my body,
I bleed but it’s not seen for I am invisible,
What I am is difficult to reveal

A day will come when someone close hand me patches,
To close these holes in me,
And for a certain period of time when it comes,
I will heal, and I will be alright,
I’m just another ordinary person, but one and only

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