CROSSFIRES

This twisted logic that plays the tragic song is a balance too mundane to maintain. I seek calm in fragile form, answers to my deliberate war. The fine frenzy that beats to the rhythm is a pitch too loud for the crowd. I seek calm on sufficient isolation, answers to my questions galore. Well I know when we say what is 'perfect person' ,you don't mean perfect. That person doesn't exist. What exists ,is somone who happens to be imperfectly perfect for you. The one who won't take your heart and break the little pieces down even more. The one who can take all the things about you that others might see as flaws ,and somehow make you feel good about  them. The one who can only laugh and pick you up in a hug from behind when you're upset and yelling, and you can't help but laugh and smile. They will probably have to listen more than they talk ,but that's perfect to them. Because that's you. And they love every bit of it. You won't question love, or...