Scribbled Thoughts

Who we are

She heard the most sweetest words of all.
"I don't need a perfect you".
Words of love
Words of understanding
Of all,
Words of wisdom.

She wasn't perfect.
Better nor good.
She was at times a lost soul
Searching for a safe place.
Searching for a body called "happiness"

She was at times a puny light.
A puny light with no use.
A puny light with no hopes.

But,
She hears him saying,
"You'll always be that light"
"The light that brightens my day"

She was at times a sun?
A night sun.
Without shining
But exits.
No heat
But warm.

Yet he says,
"I DON'T NEED A PERFECT SUN"
"ALL I NEED IS MY SUNSHINE"
"SHE ISN'T PERFECT, I KNOW"
BUT,
"I LOVE HER ANYWAY"

"Its okay to be imperfect"
"You'll always be my sunshine."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Tears of love
Tears of passion
Of all,
Tears of "happiness."

She no longer was a lost soul
'Cause she found the body of happiness.
She was contented by being a puny light.
Cause she brightens his day.

She was happy of being the night sun.
Cause she knew,
She was his sun.
His sunshine.

She sometimes was a martyr.
A vessel,
Hiding her feelings
Sorrow of course.
Thinking that it will make him happy.

Thus,
Making her blessed,
He said,
"A martyr partner.....I don't need"
"Its okay to be imperfect"
"It's what makes us who we are."