Thursday, December 2, 2010


Stare not at the mirror
to search for steamed over weakness
Hold out for something better
beyond the bird in the hand
Expect nothing but perfection
and frailty will be your gravity
Hold lover's hand in fear of self loathing
Only till dawn pays your debt
Speak of the friend in a whispered breath
Stir to life the butterfly's wings
Arise from mediocrity, of 'too little too late'
and bathe in the glory of
Liiving for another to be great.

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