Perfectly Night

Perfect was a place were we both used to live
Thought was love drawing circles around the light
Giving each all which we did not have to give
Once was enough now, nothing is perfect tonight
Tonight I forget your face, your name
Riding dreams between the shadows and light
Remembering now is not the same
Facing myself with what is not quite right
Thought was love drawing circles around the light
Perfect was the place where we both used to live
Giving each all which we did not have to give
Once was enough now, nothing is perfect tonight . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-06-02 at 12:09

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