Miss Perfect
There he walks with her
Talks with her
Holds hands with her
Miss Perfect
With lashes too long
Lips too red
Cheeks too pink
Miss Perfect
So I followed him
I watched him talk
Walk and laugh with
Miss Perfect
Why would he want me
With big red hair
Hundreds of freckles
I'm no Miss Perfect
But I love him
Want him
Need him
Mr Perfect
It's his laugh
His smile
His eyes
Mr Perfect
But he has her
With huge eyes
And long hair
Miss Perfect
So I walk
All alone
Just watching
The Perfects
A/N Just a random poem. I hope you like. Please review.