The perfect love story
I knew; a bed of roses
A prince charming
broad chested, gigantic.
So in my quest,
to make him my guest
I did all right
just to make it work
but they're all no different
Tongues entangled and soaked
With sour wine of lies
Then I gave up
on every one of them.
These days, I feel different
A different breeze, wave, sweeping
through my head
maybe he's just the perfect one
even if he isn't perfect
my love will make him.
© Essie