Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Wanting so bad to learn how to fly

I'm imperfect. I'm lacking in so many aspect that it sometimes scares me.
I want to make me understandable...I want this words to have a meaning. But they are just black scars on a white sheet of paper.
And I'm wondering again...not far away from you, I try to heart will not waver...I hope.
But I'm imperfect. And those days are like a barrier between you and me, a barrier of dark thoughts, that keeps waking me in the middle of the night.
I want to write you a letter, but I can no longer find the fitting words. My head is blank, my eyes can no longer see the sunrise.
I miss you.
Because I miss you, I sing...
Because I'm imperfect, I'm crying.

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