Perfection Is Never Perfect
Pure perfection was what she
was, with her size two waist
and a diamond nose stud.
Her big, blue eyes stood out
the most; but her long, blonde
hair came pretty close.
Everything about her made the
men stair, though she never
caught the eye of the one she
truly cared.
What about her was not to like?
She had a Cadillac Escalade
and a Harley Davidson bike.
But still he pretended he
couldn't stand her. He knew
who she was and that he
couldn't meet her standards.
He knew she was perfect and
thought, to her, he could never
be worth it.
She tried harder to get him to
see, but the more she tried the
more he left her be.
As time went on, both their
hearts were breaking inside.
He knew he wasn't good
enough and committed suicide.
A note to her was all that was
found, saying she was what he
couldn't live without.
as she read it she shed a tear,
knowing that her end was near.
She was right, that night it
happened. Everyone believing
her crash was an accident.
Until next year when they
found her note, realizing her
message needed to be told.
All it read was a statement as
simple as it could get.
"Perfection is never really
perfect."
Copyright © Shealee Williamson | Year Posted 2012
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