Stubborn

If only I could sleep with your demons one more night I know I will convince them to love me.

Your flaws, the imperfections that many mouths touched with salty words, those imperfections were the place in which I’ve secretly hidden my love for you.

It is when the rain conquers the streets and the silence plays melancholic music that you will enter your imperfections from the back door of your loneliness and there you’ll find me, trying one time to convince your demons that heaven is within your lips not within the clouds.