Perfect Girl.
December Twenty-First Twenty Seventeen
blessed I was that day to meet you, my love
deep was my love, tragically unseen
never thought itʼd be you I mourned of
a euphoria, i never before handled
my worst addiction, on you i was drugged
it was our agendas that were entangled
like you, never have i ever felt loved
too much asked when it came to having you
but it was not enough to make you mine
too bad my love spontaneously grew
it was all in front me, the sign
Once i realized, it was already late
Another girl, heartbreak, but thatʼs my fate
This poem is about:
Me
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