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to them we are the perfect family
who shares euphoric joy and agonizing pain
through thick and thin till death do its part
to them we are the perfect friends
who are always there for each other
through odd and even till time do expire
to them we are the perfect couple
who smile behind cameras under pastel skies
through hell and heaven till fire do burn out
to me we are the imperfect ones
who share deathly glares and unpleasant silence
day in and day out yet never exhausted
to me we are the imperfect pair
who leave important texts unread and unsent
sun arose and stars out yet still frustrated
to me we are the imperfect two
who throw insults more often than compliments
summer leaving and winter coming yet remain exasperated
of course at first
the pleasing idea
of building a perfect living together
the grandiose idea
of carrying other's burden on one's shoulder
the glorious idea
of sharing kisses when stars scatter
keep tugging at the corner
of our heart we can't defy
in the end proved to be nothing
but another wild wishful thinking
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Wishful Thinker
Poesía/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
