The truth about love is, it is as flawed as it perfectly sounds. Daring and excruciatingly fascinating….it’s like an abstract art waiting to be transcribed by its audience.
A lyric to be rhymed with the perfect melody, a day graced with both sunrise and sunset. Like how the sky can be very empty without the stars and the moon.
To be defined perfectly, it has to be embraced imperfectly…
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