Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, May 27, 2013
Perhaps
Perhaps we could make it right, if you lean to me and and if I lean to you. Perhaps our differences have only been confusions, perhaps they are overblown, overrated. I knew from first I saw you, that you were my person, and that time when you smiled upon my innocence, and it made me take a step back from you. Perhaps then, love doesn't have to mean perfection. Perhaps our feelings can be reconciled. Perhaps that evening through the curtains, wasn't what I wanted it to be, what it appeared to me. Perhaps, I could've been messing with my mind. And perhaps, love is lost to purity and perhaps, it walks alone. And perhaps, I never really needed you, nor the hurt that your pride loves to employ.
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