it's been like this forever
trudging thru imperfections like a feather sifting thru the wind
I don't know if I wanna take this anymore
If there's a point then you have to prove to me that you're worth the everything I must save
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should never give up. And it should never be close to the point but saved by another. Imperfections make us half of whom we are. And your not a bad person what so ever. It was short and good. much luv -LW