Pure Indulgence
Yeah, so I’m not perfect
Try as I might or do
And that’s what it’ll take
For you
No! You protest
Heh
Yeah, right
Whateva
See, I’ve been there, done that
It’s not you
It’s me
Clichéd truth at its finest
I’m so (bleepin’) scared
Just so ya know
I like the hell outa you
It’d be easier if you didn’t like me back.
Which you probably don’t anyway.
Silly me.
As if perfection were attainable
Heh
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2006
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