I wish I could go back to old times and walk the curb outside the church, just like I used to do when the clouds began to drift away and things looked okay. Life has become more about moving on and staying strong, finding something to believe in and recognizing the color of the sky when it isn’t grey.
I realized that perfection is not my cup of tea, and it will be good to be by someone's side with nothing to hide. Supportive, dedicated, and imperfect as hell, I would love to meet you someday. And until then, I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve and grasp for something just out of reach.
I won't balance the good and the bad. Perfect for someone, but nowhere near flawless. I'll try so hard to shoot for the stars, because when I’m fighting with all I got, they don’t seem too far.
Right up ahead, near Venus and to the left is a light that makes me think of you. And even when I mess up so much, at least I'm trying to be true. And I manage to find forgiveness every time. It’s so beautiful, that grace thing. And it makes me think of your love for the little things. So I will sing about your star in my sky, stealing my dreams every night. I take the chance every 11:11 to wish for your heart, perfect imperfect girl.
Call it what you want, but in my mind, that equation is balanced and equals two people fighting for something worth fighting for and living for each other plus something more.
Look out across the water, I’m standing on the dock just like that one night.
- Michael Stephen
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