Monday, December 26, 2011

Flawed


We were perfect, but even
perfect has its flaws.
We were perfect they said,
but we knew otherwise.
That natural progression,
the way things should move
Gone, lost, disappeared,
never to be found again.
Now I long for you more
than I though possible,
but you’re out of reach.
They said we were perfect,
but even perfect has its flaws.