“Just Perfect”.

Not a poem, but a story, #2 in the short line of them. The repetition is not meant to be lyrics, or lines of poetic wit — it’s something I wrote, something extra hard for me, and I wanted to share.

This one’s it, folks.

  “Just Perfect”

You are perfect
God you seem so perfect
You are perfect for me. 

We were a match made with wit and games,
an erotic display of knowledge
with more than a bit of struggle for power.
And in the end
you made love to college, and you fell for her,
and I stay here in my lonely skin.

You were perfect
God you seemed so perfect
I was reluctant to see.
– – –

You are perfect
God you seem so perfect
You are perfect for me. 

I never thought I’d be involved
with such an exotic sense of humor.
Music connected us across oceans,
and your smile kept us awake.
And in the end
you wanted to wait,
and I stay here in my lonely skin.

You were perfect
God you seemed so perfect
I was reluctant to see.
– – –

You are perfect
God you seem so perfect
You are perfect for me. 

You claimed the first brush of my lips
and to you I held the fastest.
Words were said, and things exchanged,
and I let myself believe it.
And in the end
there were things you couldn’t handle,
distance and bridges so far,
and so I stay here in my lonely skin. 

You were perfect
God you seemed so perfect
I was reluctant to see.
– – –

Fin.

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