Perfect.
He is Perfect because even when your in a bad mood.
he will never snap back he will sit there waiting for you to cry.
He'll sweep you up and take you to bed. He makes I love you sound
like the morning breeze brushing against the awakening dawn.
Where will he be even though he is far away, he will never unfold his
love for another girl in hope you do the same.
Of course you will smile for he really means it when he says ‘I love you’
When will he be there? Always even if he isn't there with you his love note will
always stick to your cheek to catch all the fallen tears. His grasp grace your
arms like fallen feathers pleading to the world that they will fly again.
Who is he? He is the glistening light peking the cheek of your day
dreamed face. He is the person who can turn your parents
bedtime stories into adventures but never know that they are not real.
He is the one who can look at your body and say ‘Perfect’.
No matter how you tell him
your flaws your marks off shrinking lines showing like fireworks in July.
He is just a boy ... a caring boy.
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