The Miss Perfect Poem by gule rukhsar

The Miss Perfect



she was her dad's best girl
apple of her mom's eye
always had a grade of A+
medal, cups ad stars high
an honor for her teachers
bestie of her friends
with the magic of art in her hands
all the way setting new trends
writing with pencil
lyrical rythems words and songs
playing in the playground
for hours nights and long
a sweet voice she got
singing along all the nights
she would dance it all
looking far above the sights
all she knew was
to be happy cherish and gay
that was the miss perfect
she used to be
i dont know what more should i say

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wrote in the age of 17
dated: 23.2.2012
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