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.
danielle dreger 