Perfectly Imperfect



In that exact moment that darkness surrounded us,
You held my hand and promised to be my light.
I like it when my eyes can’t see and the only music
That I hear is the maddening sound of the rain.
I want to stay in the dark longer, to observe
The flickering light that shyly illuminates
Our once proud love.
I want my hand back.
your light is no longer enough.

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