To try to find the perfect words
would be a waste of time.
These precious words of mine.
I could never find.
Even if I tried to speak
those words would slip away.
Aspirations for another day.
That I may never say.
Your unperfect, perfectness
drives away my sanity.
The things that I could be.
If you were here with me.
Life Comes At 'cha Fast
Don't Let It Blow Past
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