The moon whispered
and I caught a glimpse
of your broken heart
As you and I bantered
The edges of your eyes
tore my facade apart
I did not know then
the place I know now
where I don't need to pretend
that I know you somehow
Perfection is not determined
by right and wrong
but in the gentle tides
that carry us along
And here as I wait
at the bottom of me
where the tides of fate
wash over the sea
I understand more
than ever before
why you are inclined
to open my door
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
