Monday, February 19, 2018

Day 50: Porcelain Sculpture

There she was sitting pretty once more
in the corner of the room, 
at the corner of my eye
There she was in her own little world
without knowing that she was mine

Her voice was melody crafted from a harp
as her pitch was perfect and pleasant
I could listen to an album of her voice 
Since they put me to sleep 
at the same time raise my heartbeat

the moment her porcelain skin
embraces the warm sunlight
I couldn't stand to her and gaze
Maybe It's just I'm too dazzled
As I always get blinded 

She's sweet, she's tough
a joker who knows the light of the moments
The kind of girl the you get along with
so it's not a sin being attracted to her
a good girl, a bad girl, a good bad girl
half good, half bad, half girl

A girl like this might only exist on the books
guess what, she's you

I want love, yet you exceeded my expectations
I'm not prince Charming, so
you're not gonna settle for me
I know she won't settle for less than perfect
She may want a perfect one and perfect life
but deep inside, "I don't deserve her"

I can only promise to love her 
even in the days when she's not her best
I know I suck and maybe she can make me suck less
cause that's how love works
I wish to be with her
as a part of being alive
And I would know cause I know her for a day






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