In an imperfect night
Standing in the moonlight
In an imperfect night
Holding my pillow too tight
In an imperfect night
My tears wash away the candle light
In an imperfect night
When nothing seems to shine bright
In an imperfect night
Standing in middle of a path
In an imperfect night
When everything has fallen apart
In an imperfect night
When ur love has broken ur heart
In an imperfect night
When u can't begin from the start
In an imperfect night
Standing with a deserted mind
In an imperfect night
When u have nothing left to hide
In an imperfect night
When u know that u r finally broken
In an imperfect night
When ur life has reached to its end.....
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In an imperfect night when you don't need to hide behind that shelf anymore......
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
