To Perfect
not made out of stuff
soft skin to touch
cry because you are a perfect girl
1% role model for a world
please cry... dont hurl
you are becoming to perfect for me
i cant stand you
your bodily greed
you thin as a pin
you start to look at me...
as a trash bin
and your progression...
sickens me
loves in a brown apple core
goodbye i dont know you anymore
i walked out her dried up garden
she lost and lost her stardom
Copyright © Jeremy Fredde | Year Posted 2010
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