She doesn't have "the perfect hair",
or clothes,
or voice.
She doesn't have "the perfect teeth",
or lips,
or eyes.
She doesn't have "the perfect dress size",
or boobs,
or ears.
But she is perfect to me in every way,
and I will stand by her everyday,
because it doesn't matter how much my perfect girl weighs,
or if her clothes are beginning to fray -
She is perfect to me.
The fiction shatters,
my heart in tatters,
my perfect girl was all that mattered,
But despite what I feel,
this girl is not real,
And I know that I'm never going to find my perfect girl,
because I could never be anyone's perfect girl.
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My Maze of a Mind
PoesíaThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
