Perfect
Wipe those tears
From your pretty pink cheeks.
Open those eyes;
I wish you'd see what I see.
You're more than what he thinks of you,
Of what he makes you feel.
I'd love you see you smile;
Your face lights up when you do.
I want to make you happy.
Only.. I don't believe I know how to.
You opened quick as a blooming flower;
When you found I'd keep your secrets.
Nobody's heard,
It's all you and me.
My favorite time of day,
Is the middle of the night.
You spill everything,
And I soak it in.
Every word, every detail;
Locked in this heart.
Though I wear it on my sleeve,
They'll never see your secret.
Self-deprecating,
Enough is enough.
You'll never see yourself as I do.
Perfect.
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