Perfection,
met reckless,
and reckless abandon,
together they wept,
and separate it kept them,
yet perfection pressed on,
and reckless was reckless,
it dove to the shadows,
and light began,
as the world around it,
yet faded to black,
slowly it shrank,
till one meaning it had,
perfection to name it,
the pain of perfection,
it was the only,
the only, only thing for protection,
and perfection could see,
the misery bestowed,
the fails of reckless,
to prove his disown,
the pain perfection felt,
was whittled to none,
however, a sliver,
it kept in secret,
the sliver called reckless,
and quiet was thee,
only to peer,
upon it once in awhile,
its memories were vivid,
and the emotions that tied,
and wrapped, and curled,
that sliver so small,
was all perfection kept,
rarely it peeks,
the pain of reckless,
was so unique,
so hidden it stays,
as the reckless decays,
at the feet of perfection,
and under reckless stays,
until the sliver,
she quietly brings out,
and reckless reaches,
just one last time,
to its feet it arises,
and perfection cries,
the sliver she places,
to the speckle of light,
all that is left,
for reckless to fight,
the sliver is placed,
 and the darkness overcomes,
and perfection is gone,
and reckless is abandoned,
once and for all,
alone in ice,
no feelings befall,
yet as darkness finds light,
and reckless collides,
with a light never seen,
from a new perfection insight,
and this new perfection,
wipes tears from its’ past,
an old reckless,
had crossed her path,
yet t’was the last for her,
and a new reckless comes,
it brightens her world,
a new dark for her soul,
as she lights up the past,
and the actualization,
of a new beginning,
allows perfection a reckless,
just that, a beginning.