(Not) PerfectA Poem by LivingDeathI hate that things are different why can't they be the same, I try to say I'm sorry but you just think it's a game. I can write a thousand stories to say my love for you, but a million pages later there's still no love you too. I can sing a perfect memory that can make a teardrop cry, I want the perfect melody that will make the teardrops dry. I wish a perfect felony to steal one final kiss, before I leave in memory that white yet black abyss. I hate that things are different why can't they be the same, I try to say I'm sorry.. I know that I'm to blame...
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Added on January 13, 2012Last Updated on January 13, 2012 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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