Roads to No Where

I see every imperfection on you.
Somehow you’re still perfect to me.
Days turn to weeks.
I’m slowly losing the sight of you.
Ignoring you is what I’ll have to do.
In hopes of seeing,
If you’ll ever go looking.
Looking where you’ve strayed away from.
Looking for where you truly belong,
Here, next to me.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015

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