I remember talking to
God about you,
How my prayer veil
was soak with tears because
Every minute of whatever we had
was so imperfectly perfect that
I was afraid I'd lose it.
I'm afraid to lose you.
YOU ARE READING
Perfectly Imperfect, You
PoetryA collection of the emotions you brought to me To the untouchable - love between two worlds *Translations for this book is strictly prohibited.* ® All Rights Reserved.
