I'm sorry I can't be perfect too,
Sometimes I don't think I am right for you,
So I write this with all great intentions,
I'm sending the mailman this devotion
I'm sending out the kisses, the hugs,
the misses, the goodbyes, the hellos,
the moans, the groans, the love, sweet cinnamon,
hot chocolate sundays, blockbuster saturdays, dinner for two fridays,
and the love making weekdays
You are right, we don't get along, and this is not enough
and I know you have tried, but baby, im sending pretty wings,
take me back and i'll change everything, let me know what you want
and I'll do it, send me back to your hugs, let me lay on the crest between your head and neck, my haven when I feel burdened, let me get lost in your smile once again, take me back, the night can have its dark, the sun can have its yellow, the sky can have its blue, but I just want you
Inspired by:http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/casey_dalton/i_039_m_not_perfect#comment-63400
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