Paint a Perfect Picture
When I first written this phone, I wasn't sure if this poem was good or not. Many say that it is my best others say it is just good.
Now here we are just you and me
And imagine he things could be
With no intrusions in the scenery of
The picture of our reality.
There is nothing wrong in it that we can't see
If it is just a memory
Or an imitation of our fantasy.
Maybe it's our wildest dreams
Minimized of the abnormalities of
Our seemingly perfect insanity.
And imagine he things could be
With no intrusions in the scenery of
The picture of our reality.
There is nothing wrong in it that we can't see
If it is just a memory
Or an imitation of our fantasy.
Maybe it's our wildest dreams
Minimized of the abnormalities of
Our seemingly perfect insanity.
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