The New Perfect

My soul longs for you
Emotion trapped in nothingness
That sound
Like a bird chirping in the wind
The way the corners of your mouth lift

Mesmerised by the sound that escapes your lips
Emotion trapped in nothingness
It’s not the words it’s the sound that escape
Like flying musical notes
Released into the surroundings

In the distance perfectly formed
There you are the imperfect yet perfect being

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