Desperate Housewife
She was a picture perfect lady
She really had it all
From the look that drives you crazy
To the sense, the intellect, the brain...
She lived in a luxury house
and had an expensive car on her driveway
She was a picture perfect lady
and no one would call her desperate
Little they knew about her soul
that she was desperate to be loved
not for the perfect which everyone saw
but for who she really was
The perfect lady hid a lot behind a pretty smile
The perfect lady had an empty heart
She couldn't love her perfect husband or perfect house
she was not a perfect lady, she was a desperate housewife!
Copyright © A Moment Like This | Year Posted 2016
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