UntitledSheUntitled by ladicius1
Her movements are effortless.
She thinks she isn't perfect.
It's the imperfections that make her gorgeous.
She is a dream.
She's as far away as she is close.
She knows heartache all too well.
I try to redefine what she knows of love.
She is stubborn in her ways.
She is blind about how much I love her.
I sit in quiet desperation.
So much frustration.
So much anger.
Life goes on, another day come and gone.