Where are you, And how can I get there? All I think about when we're apart, Is how to get more of a hold on your heart . We both know that we're not perfect, But since when is imperfection such a crime? So love i promise don't mind, That you lie sometimes, Or that you would say you're fine, When you're bawling out your eyes. But I don't mind, Because I know the feeling, Of not thinking you're enough. I feel it too every second of every day, when I talk to anyone.
CaptainAstor “For Anna”














