We met again.. Someone afar of my leftover love.
She came back with that love, right infront of me.
I was scared, to get back to that love..
but missing that love, tightens my chest from breathing..

My path was once dull, till she came back.. with that love.
I felt that love again, god it was warm..
i held on tightly once again, forgeting the past
but i held on too tight, and i was forced to see her leave again..

i didnt really mind her imperfections, but ill always remember
those eyes and the smile with the warmth of that love
now im scared to try find that meaning again, which really hurts us the most
but missing that love and her now, makes me hurt even more..

She came and went again, just like that
but i had to accept it, whatever that happened to cause this
i just force myself to close my eyes and shut the voice in my heart
Just maybe one day, or another life..
we meet again.

My perfect imperfection.