Mar 15, 2005 21:55
Love is never perfect.
It stares us in the face and taunts.
And when we give up,
It gives in.
Love is never sparing,
And always needs repairing.
Love is confusing.
Love is hurt.
Love is pain.
Is this actually Perfect?
This was put here in order to remind
some people, that when they were
given love, they threw it away.
That is their fault.
Not Mine.