you could have been perfect
could have been perfect
for me
you know
with your tall, dark figure
looming secretly over me in the darkness
whispering in my ear that
we could never be together
because
i'm not the right girl and
you're not the right guy
but how would you
know
how could you
know
what you
truly
want?
we are far too young for that.
and i hate to fight with such a
pretty face and
tethered soul,
but you just can't speak to me
won't let you treat me like that
like i'm some frivolous fantasy in your
mind.
then you throw the blame
upon me like striking an
angry match to a heap of
dry, ancient driftwood
and all i can do is sigh
because
you said that
i'm not the right girl and
you're not the right guy
05.01.2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem