Can I find that in you?

It is true

Unbridled and free

Held back and limited

Careless and careful

Forever written in pencil.

 

Hand extended and welcoming

A paradox in exacts and variables

 

Yet I depend on the notion

That this the perfection in flaws.

 

That is me

And when I am honest I am yours

 

U relenting in my indecision

Hoping as I am hopeless

Grasping at the clear air.

 

Inspired and finding everything

I need nothing yet searching

To find the light and the dark.

 

Can I find that in you?