Here I am,
my words may jumble,
but it’s better they are loud,
than just a mere mumble.
You said imperfection is beauty,
and yes that is true,
well here I am,
stumbling over broken words…a broken heart.
Just because of you a man,
one that is perfect with charm and un-flawed,
You a man who once yes I adored.
But you see you were in a dim light,
for such a long time… I wasted time.
Once I replaced the light bulb,
let it shine.
It was obvious and clear,
you are far from perfect my dear.
But you said that’s beauty,
I beg to differ,
cause you aren’t just flawed you are an evil drifter.
Charming the loved ones of another mister,
kind sirs that love and adore just one,
your dimmed soul was just looking for fun.. a thrill, seeking a fling.
Now I don’t doubt the cycle will keep going,
the light will stay dim to those who are night rowing.
In need of a glimmer in a darkened night.
But Sir I have matches and will make my own light.