It seems so perfect from the edge of singlehood.
Seeing them together,walking,holding hands even singing love choruses.
Should i compare them to love birds?
Peregrination, about them and love.
Let's talk about words,silent and screaming sentences.
That ring and hide,above waves and below unmovable rocks.
When the perfect no longer exists,the imperfect unearthed.
Frustration and anger,popped by petty issues.
Spreeing insults,that echo forever.
Days of silence that ensue.
So that is what love realy is?
Or should i say what birds realy aren't?
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL�
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