ImperfectionImperfection"Perfection at its finest,"Is what we often try to achieveThough we never notice thatPerfection doesn't please...You want to be "perfect"And finally be wholeI just wish you'd seeI love your imperfect soulYou won't get gloryNor comfort will you findYou know what "perfection" holdsThat future isn't kind...This dream of "perfection"Is not made of pure goldYou know very wellIt's a nightmare waiting to unfoldPerfection is below youYet you're above the restYou're simply imperfectionAt it's very best.
Bitter Reflections.Bitter ReflectionsI should have seen it. However, I was blind. My feelings for him kept me from seeing the truth, at that time. I knew that he had loved her before, Kikyo, but still kept repeating to myself that theirs was story of the past and that we could make a future together. I could not have been more wrong.There was a time when I thought that the feelings he held for her were only based in guilt and his misguided sense of duty; that he was deceiving himself, trying to awake what had long been dead. That time is long gone now. As it turns out, the one that had lived in denial had been me.Nevertheless, you cannot blame a girl for confusing his mixed signals. There were times when he would look at me, really look at me and I could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came and I was left wondering. However, I knew that he had harbored thoughts of being with me, in more ways than one; but had never acted upon them.I guess that deep in my heart I knew