Flawed Finesse

Let a torn page be by itself

For there is beauty in it’s wear and tear

There is independence, there is meaning

It may be an end to it’s tears or be a new beginning

There is emulation of loneliness;

Imperfection and flawed finesse

Let it be independent, never forgotten

Let it set a reminder for many hearts that don an avatar of benevolence but are indeed rotten

Let me unite with the torn page

For it emulates imperfections and flawed finesse

Let it be independent, never be forgotten

I wish to turn into that torn page, independent and never be forgotten…