Bad Poetry Friday

Perfect c. 4/1/98

The girl you thought was perfect

and on top of the world

has fallen off her post

Now ragged and in tears

jumbled up fears

she’s like a a ghost

she vanishes from time to time

her “perfect” body’s been

denied of love

Is she really falling apart?

Could it be she left her heart

out to dry?

And forgot to bring it in to dry when

it started to rain?

She’s not the same,

not the sane girl everyone knew

You wouldn’t recognize her now

She’s not high on her pedestal

She’s not perfect anymore

Was she ever?

Maybe not.

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