sometimes i do miss your imperfect smile
your arrogant lies that made me once cry
the way you do your hair
the constant lost, dazed glare
our impatient fights
of the many assumed nights
frolicking through,like the autumn wave
the frivolous outbursts
of those momentary lives we shared
hands clasped so tight
thinking it would never slip
not realizing our sweaty palms lost all grip
the moments, they have come,
the moments .they have gone
but this inkling lingers on
as i write this melancholy song
just a burst of the last film
i wish to rewind
before i finally erase this tape
thats twisted out of shape
must now be left behind
once we were, and now i am
a perfect example
of the imperfect end
