Monday, November 14, 2011

I’ve been lost without the perfection of a love.

So much damage done,
when we thought our life was done,
to our daughters and to our sons,
too early gone, but our words live on.

One day you’ll understand,
that life can’t be perfect,
when you want it all,
and you’ll want it more.

Just to keep yourself from longing,
nothing more, than everything.
When life comes calling,
with the fate of it all.

Keeps you from running,
from the noon-day sun.
When you have me begging,
on my knees.

To take you back,
no matter what the disease,
It’s like the perfect drug,
no matter what the cost.