Perfectly Imperfect

"We are perfectly imperfect beings." -A.K.

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My mind will be forever plagued by you,
But you don’t play fair anyway.
You keep the doors locked and windows barred.
Shut me out of freedom again.
And, love, tough love will learn to kill;
You will become a murderer one day.

Let me out of this endless cycle,
Let me free to dance in the sun.
All I know now is empty feelings—
Shadows— what were these feelings before?
Let me out of this hopeless battle,
Let me free— in the rain I’ll run.
All I know now is silent shadows—
Feelings— who were these shadows before?