Perfect Poem by Rickon Chewe

Perfect



I want to be your idea of perfect
Even though I can never be.
I want you to count on me to always be there
Even when you see am not, I'd still want you to think am here.

I want to be the shoulder you can cry on
someone to share your good times.
I want to be the place you run to to move on,
I want to be the one to make the wrongs feel right,
To be your favorite song, to be on your mind all day long
The only to stay when u wish to be alone.

I want to be your idea of everything
Your infinite in this finite dimension
Anything of value to you I wish to be
I just want to be your idea of perfect even though I can never be.

In this prison of loneliness
your love is to set me free
to the door of my happiness it is you who holds the key
But forget me because only your idea of perfect is what I wish to be.

Perfect
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,personal
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