Perfectly Imperfect Me

Can we talk one last time?

I promise I won’t say what I want to,

Or cry because you are leaving,

And I love you.

I just want to look into your green eyes,

And see what I find there,

Because selfishly my heart wants,

To see that you still care.

For me to convince you,

That you should stay with me,

Instead of going off,

And becomming free.