Imperfection

Shattered shards and shackles 

Scattered and bounded to a soul so unfortunate 

Lost to an off beat melody 

That can still sound beautiful to a broken man’s mind 

Its sort of like 

Fallen cherry blossoms that seem more enchanting as they fall

Then when they bloom

A tragic whisper that is alluring to those that can understand 

The tears of the dying sakura trees for they to have cried 

But in an odd way this heart-rending act in life 

Plays with such finesse that it captives 

And tantalizing memories are formed somewhat everlasting 

Equivalent is that of losing love 

For it’s pivotal moment in every creatures existence 

Perhaps without these un-savory moments

Or without these undesired scars 

We wouldn’t  know beauty

Because I believe that true beauty lies in the imperfection of all things

Maybe that’s why 

We think it’s perfect in that  abnormal hour when we think back

Or maybe this way of thinking is as outlandish as the emotion that I am seeking to inscribe…

….Foolishly described I guess 

Yet these falling cherry blossoms that seem so tantalizing are scattered throughout

The memories that I have, and each petal to me is perfect

Each tragedy is just another beautiful scar  

~ Paradise's Poet ~