Tuesday, August 16, 2011


Perfection
Unattainable
Yet that is how
I wish to be
How I feel

Sometimes
When he holds me

I seem to define
these things
falling faster
Jumping
free falling

Sometimes
When he holds me

Stressed to
the breaking point
yet there he is
I am safe
I am free

Sometimes
When he holds me

I never thought myself
to be anything
other than ordinary
he makes me feel
like beauty radiates within

Sometimes
When he holds me

When he holds me
the world fades to grey
and I am flying through
celestial embraces
upon the invisible wings
he's given me

unbeknownst to him it seems
he is there so naturally
and comfortably I look to him
dare I say perfection

Sometimes

When he holds me

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