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.