Strive For Perfection
your love is eyez
blood shot red
i stood up waiting for
your answer
tears flood the bottom
from rolling from
the top of the bed
not giving up
but becoming
not living without
but giving
taking any chances
to seige comfort
and it's my risk
that becomes a twist
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