Love, Manic Pixie Dream Girl
To, the guy whose life I'm about to change
and those who praise him for my efforts,
I am the effortlessly perfect girl,
who is whimsical in just the right ways.
The one who knows her way around your mind,
to help you become a better person
that serves as my ultimate purpose.
Under any other circumstances,
you would be too difficult to notice,
a brooding young man with little to offer.
I transform lizards into huge dragons,
you sit there feeding off of my hard work.
Nursing your wounds and singing you to sleep,
dancing without music in a crowded street.
Name as quirky as my personality,
was it a fruit, city, or a season?
I'm a rainbow in your monochrome world.
I teach you about the joy of living,
with knives in my belly of which we don't speak.
I'm beautiful and full of potential,
but who cares because this is your story.
My story begins without a beginning,
probably ends in the same manner too.
If it weren't for your interest in me,
I would be an 'extra' in the movie.
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