Disclaimer: I don't own Fruit Baskets
Pondering at the ground
Of my bedroom floor
Clothes and books tossed everywhere
Items tossed without any care
Except one, perfection can never be
At least it is surreal
A myth, a fantasy
Perfection doesn't exist
It is something I strive to be
Not as perfect, as drones do
A fan club that moans about you,
Never seeing beyond your pretty face
Never seeing anything special
Never letting to many embrace
But when you grasped me oh so tight
I choked, I felt alright
But somehow I just had to say
To ruin another perfect way
Your first name, may I call you?
You just blankly, sweetly state to me
"Of course, say it"
I reply,
You knew
I said it again
My lips you encounter
And lock into an embrace
I was blushing heavenly
That I could not help,
But allow a smile
Linger on my face.
Then later on
You seem to say
That come the Spring you would move away
I felt lonely, knowing you would soon walk away
But you invite me, in the summer holidays
To spend some time with me
Saying it with a pleasant grace
Picking out bento and gardening,
Or momento, anything that would put a smile on your face
Or to be otherwise carefree, along with you
It isn't perfect, I would have to
Wait patiently for you.
Till your graduation day
Kakera, he seems to be watching over me carefully
Like something in this head
He just won't be, satisfied until he talks with me
But then you show me a spare key
Allowing me stay, with you whenever I wished to anyway
But suddenly, without a care, you revert it back
To only teasing and flirting shamelessly
You're not perfect,
But you're true
A loyalty resisted
Within your heart
Just for me and you.
But your madden me,
When you reply,
Sorry, but you're cute this way.
I smirk, prepared to fight
But you hand me the key
From your pocket
I treasure you,
I understand you too
You really care
You are truly
Always there
So summer, we stay
Other days I'll visit
Maybe after a year
Hardships we'll go through
At the end of the year,
I wish to be right beside you.
Hardly perfect
Nothing really is
Bar only one thing
Our love, our lives,
Hardly perfect
Except I could spend some time with you
That is perfect
For a dream
As life is hardly perfect
Without you