Thursday, 6 December 2012
10:08:02 AM (GMT)
The image of perfect is so define
That we believe everything must be right
But perfect is different when it comes to love.
We say our mate to be perfect
When we know they're not
We tell oneself they are beautiful
We tell oneself they are sweet
We tell oneself they are amazing
But most of all We always end up perfect.
Why is that?
Are we afraid to be without right,
Are we afraid to be without hope,
Are we afraid to be without perfect?
For such problems it may be
We always wish for perfect.
We always dreamt of perfect
We always believe there was perfect
So why does all our perfect comes through
When we fall most in love with someone?
It's simple and clear as it is to the clear sky
All we want is someone perfect even if they may not.
Last edited: 22 September 2013