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He was no prince,
But he seemed perfect as himself.
A confident person.
She liked that, wished she could be like him.
She found her self hanging around near him,
And one day, she finally found the nerve to talk to him.
She tried, nervously,
And he accepted her with a smile.
She couldn't believe it.
They hung out, just as friends.
While he talked about the materialistic,
She hung on to the edge of the cliff.
No matter how hard she tried,
She felt like she was going to fall.
Fall for his brown eyes.
Fall for his perfect hair.
Fall for his small talk.
Fall for his cute gestures.
Fall for his rugged perfectness.
What could she do?
She trusted everyone too easily,
And she fell, once more,
Hoping she wouldn't regret it.
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Poetry(Previously titled Imperfections) --------- When her perfect little world topples over, will she be able to pick up the imperfect, broken pieces?
