Saturday, September 10, 2011

I Am But A Perfect Being

I woke up with your face in front of me
Staring into uncertainty
Spilling the dreams on the floor
As I sat by, watching you pour all that's left
I said "please understand me"
And you said "please, it's just me"
I pondered seeing your lips shook
To verbalise the 3 words of purest
Yet the melody seem to never come
I shall be what you want me to be
But I am all but a perfect being

Allow me to taste perfection
I wish for your affection
Being a patient of patient
I hope to be liberated
To at last taste what is meant to be mine
So out of grasp
Beyond the truth of lies
For again, I am but a perfect being