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by Kizzle May 14, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
So close, but yet so far away... So perfect, but still.. so flaw The sweetest smile they ever found, But yet not mine. Perfect words come out her mouth, Perfect mistakes, perfect lies. But still when it's my time to miss They hoot me down. Her perfect friends are so imperfect That everyone thinks they're divine While she's the sky i am the ground To pull her down it's hard. So let her be, i do not mind, 'Imperfect' it's my way of living. Let her count every second in her life, I live them all and never die.