I've thought I've never loved chaos...
I love perfection...
I've always worn silent colours...
No one saw me standing there...
And I told them world, I love the invisibility...
I teared up many a nights in my lonely apathy, while the breeze dried the sleepy dews away... Wishing perfection was my only prayer in my world of commotions...
And there it was, no date set, no reason I could guess... Perfection stood, awaiting my embrace...
I just stood, and then it dawned...
I just was not who I told I was...
I was the misguided imperfection.
The reds, blues and greens I love...
The dusty cozyness was where my heart dwelt...
The greys made me dizzy and the whites erroded my soul...
The cleanliness ripped the realism in me...
Oh you impudent perfection... I never would have known my love, if not for your spur of presence...
I turn back, I bid my good bye and chose to live chaos, with my perfect imperfections...
