too young to love, or is the love just too young?
is he really there, or is he caught in the lyrics being sung?
too much, or too little, or is it just not enough?
is a smooth path worth that trip through the unexpected rough?
simplicity in the eyes since the moment we met.
peaceful bliss in his arms of pasts soon to be wept.
his heart of life lost in hopeful forevers
while mine swings on life's tire of deep, deep endeavors.
sitting in a corner, speaking his soul out
bouncing back and forth between sureness and doubt
lost in friends, lovers, or nothings.
fearful of those dreadful unhappy endings.
temptation of comfort, the dreams of keeping the good alive
temptation to surrender, true love is where we thrive
there can only be one, one word we share.
are we friends, lovers, or nothing each lost in the game of repair.
how to describe what once was the world to you
separated east and west between unsure and a new point of view
attempting to meet in the middle of dark black and white
but lost in the shades of gray, the ones that are just not right
sometimes we get lost in corners while attempting to find the door
Searching and searching, unable to find any more.
While love sits and stares into his eyes
Comfort invades him, unfortunently leading to a hearts demise.
Do we surrender to the lust of a potential
or do we undertake a feeling that seems quite essential?
Fight for the 'it was always you' and let go of the yesterday
Sometimes the memories are better left to purely fade away.
Soon your mind and heart will heal, no longer able remember...
The delicate memories of a past year's December
xoxo
Perfectly Imperfect
Crystal Kimberly
