Loving arms, missing embraces where are we now?
The picture of perfection isn’t always what it seems,
You love me, you love me, you say. Is it really in your heart?
Is that what you would die for? Striving for perfection so you will love me, overlook
My imperfections and stay with me. I’m split down the middle; I’m not a whole person,
Which side do you love? I aim to please, I want you to feel comfort in my arms; I want you to run to me for shelter. But you don’t. I am just a person who is not whole, who is split in half; you don’t’ know which side to love so I try to make you love both. Thoughts of losing you make my heart flutter intensely. So I try and I try to be the perfect person you will always want. The perfect person you will always desire. Without you I am only two split halves with nothing to complete the middle.
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