Sunday, July 31, 2011

What is perfect?


The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.
When im down, i feel perfectly up in your presence.
When you are scared, i can hold you tight and we know we are perfect.
When I look into your eyes so intensely that i start feeling dizzy and sick, i know its perfect.
When I would walk for hours just to see your face, thats when i know you are perfect.
When your not in my life anymore, i feel so empty inside.
Thats when I know how to distinguish perfect.