11th May 2013

Perfect.

 


One 'cause I'm not perfect.

Two 'cause you swore to stay.

Three because I'm lonely.

Four for the promise you made.

Five for the demons rotting my head.

Six for the monsters under my bed.

Seven for the heart I want to give to you.

Eight are the scars I want healed by you.

The End

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