CaptainElisabeth

I miss you. My perfectly imperfect My subtle inspiration, whirling in the breeze like I wouldn't notice My future; the dream I cannot touch My beautiful idiot I miss you The intangible truth The call of an omen in the dead of the night The past long forgotten, never was, never will be The comforting weight on my shoulders I miss you A tangible lie A thick, dark line where there should be skin A present missing pieces, like the universe built me from dust My perfectly imperfect I miss you