The best part of "believe" is the lie.
Tonight I wrote a poem. For your morning enjoyment, here it is. Short, Sweet. To the point.
Perfect
When I look at you,
I see it.
Perfection
stares me in the face,
and I can't breathe.
I can't speak.
Silenced by your presence.
You remind me of who I am,
what I need to be
Perfect;
and unreal dream.
When you look into my
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