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


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