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Between the lights There is a place Brighting up at night The corners of your face. It's dark and almost empty Except for horrible thoughts It's just unnecessary And your heart isn't tough. Neither of us like it, Every problem opens another door But we have to deal with it It's not something we can ignore. We can't always be strong But two is better than one, We can sometimes be wrong, Life isn't about perfection. Between the lights There is a place Where we can fight Then fall into your embrace. But when the doors are closed And nothing can escape, We can finally be close I can see the smile on your face. We have talked to each other About that place we don't want to visit But if we must, to be together, Then be it. Although there is nothing better Than that moment When we forgive each other And forget the arguement. Then I can spend the night with you, Hold you tight against me, Be as still as a statue When you kiss my body. They say love can't be perfect. But what do they know about perfection ?
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Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
Between the lights
Between the lights There is a place Brighting up at night The corners of your face. It's dark and almost empty Except for horrible thoughts It's just unnecessary And your heart isn't tough. Neither of us like it, Every problem opens another door But we have to deal with it It's not something we can ignore. We can't always be strong But two is better than one, We can sometimes be wrong, Life isn't about perfection. Between the lights There is a place Where we can fight Then fall into your embrace. But when the doors are closed And nothing can escape, We can finally be close I can see the smile on your face. We have talked to each other About that place we don't want to visit But if we must, to be together, Then be it. Although there is nothing better Than that moment When we forgive each other And forget the arguement. Then I can spend the night with you, Hold you tight against me, Be as still as a statue When you kiss my body. They say love can't be perfect. But what do they know about perfection ?
You're perfect to me.
atlantis_sea
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atlantis_sea
French
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 11:45 AM UTC
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