| Picture Perfect Gripped to the edge of my sickbed While the stars shine bright above. Thinking back on the life I led... Filled with passion and with love. ~ I'd lost my ideals along the line, And never seemed to find them. Living the life of the ignorantly sublime, With more regret then I can condemn. ~ Imagining a life better to live, And tossing over detail. So much more I wished to give, So much I think I've failed. ~ Not one thing could please me more Than to live this life again. To kiss the one that I adore. To let go of encompassing pain. |