Darkness
broken only by the flickering light of the candle
which throws shadows on the perfect face
browken only by the perfect tear
which tells of the perfect heart
broken by the love
which she thought was perfect.......
but wasn't
And as the night gets older
the candle gets shorter
and dreams take control
Dreams of a perfect love
which won't be broken
because dreams are perfect
and a way to escape
the reality and knowledge
that life isn't.......
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