Less Than Perfect

I was wondering when I saw that bearded old man on his little sheet of chequered red.

With his legs tucked away and his ribs giving away his long days of being unfed.

I was wondering even more when I saw her sitting there dejectedly,watching him sleep.

As if her troubles were not enough for her, she had to bring more from him to keep.

And then as my car whooshed by I turned my head around to see my mistake.

She was not there for him, the pain behind the pain in those eyes could not be fake.

As my head set itself into motion to look at the road ahead again.

My heart ached silently in the morning rush to feel that same pain.

What would I not give to feel that pain again, exihilirating thrill.

I would give anything to feel that longing brood against my will.

To trust again, to love free of fear of what does it all really mean.

This story is about him& her but also of what could have been.

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I thought of naming this "him & her" but i dunno why "less than perfect" jumped to my mind n took precedence.

Give me a Name

These memories filing my head

The voice that is just about dead

Hold my hand and let us walk

Past is past and future is eternal

 

The real world is hard to live in

We keep on falling and getting hurt

Remember me walking in the rain?

It’s that me, I am here again

 

I know I said it a thousand times

But, I am yours and you are mine

Hold my hand and we will fly

Higher than anyone, closer to the sky

 

Gathering stardust, scattering more

I don’t want us to burn out like before

Pull me up if I fall,

I don’t want to, just like you.

 

A little boy I see the world

So big, so dark, so fearful

Hold my hand we can make it through

Because I am scared, just like you

 

I am still thinking about you

As rain starts and stops

As the sky grows dark

As the as the leaves change colour

 

As you go deep into my heart

I fly up into the sky

This little boy might never be a prince

But to this boy you are always his princess