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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/8/2016 6:41:00 PM
How sad. I've never known perfection, but what you describe here does not appear to be perfect to me. A nice write though.
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Date: 6/9/2016 8:59:00 AM
Thanks ... I am glad everyone has his own definition for perfection! Perfection is just an opinion, nothing more.

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