Nov 02, 2004 17:44
you are my tissue, my tears, my brokenhearted.
you are the one that cheers me up, and tears me down,
you destroy my confidence.
i am your virtuous superhero, your galliant gladiator, and yet the one that makes you hesitate.
are we meant for each other, i know not.
are we perfect for each other, i care not.
in a gnarled entanglement of love, deceit and lies, does love win?
neither do i know this.
but tomorrow i know that the sun will rise,
the birds will sing,
my mom will smile.
i know that in utter perfection there is mistake, there is blunder, however obvious it is to an eye, it is that much more obvious that love IS perfect, and no blunder can be seen within.
where will true love find me.
when will true love find me?