A human's heart is one in which we treasure. Locking it away by infinite defensive measure. As fragile as the window you stare out of. As vulnerable to pain as it is to the art of undeniable love. We risk so much to fall. Yet when we've fallen we wish we'd never let down that wall. .. While emotion flows from lover's tounge. A heart blackens-much like that of smoker's lung. Stereotypical love is that of which we aim for. When stereotypical perfection turns into a reality of imperfectional decor. Simplistic endeavors of a happy ever after. Fallen short of expectations-down to the loss of laughter. Complexity rises with each glare into the other's eyes. A relationship which has undoubtedly lost all elements of surprise. What once took your breath away. Has now become it's very own cliche'. Was it the disease we call love? Or is love merely something undreamed of...
Perfectly Imperfect
xoxo
Crystal Kimberly
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