Sometimes i stare to the dark. Not sure what i want to find. Its black make sure that nothing there. But my eyes won't listen.
I hope something appear, bring a smile, melt the quite. Still dark, and nothing come up.
All i do is stand, beside heaven's door, waiting and smiling. " Maybe i should come over " i think. Nah, nah, don't.
One step back, getting closer.
I know you're there. My eyes closed.
YOU ARE READING
imPerfection
RandomJust words that you never imagine. Imperfection, darkness, and me.