I wasn't your dream And I didn't meet any ideals You had about the women you would love For eternity. I fell short of everything- Less is more And I am much less Than you ever could hope for. You say You'll never do me the injustice Of comparing my hair To raven's silk feathers For ravens die. My skin is not porceline You say For I am warm and unbreakable. And you dare not say I am the picture of perfection Since perfection is only Unfound mistakes turned into a lie- Perfection...there is no such thing. I am flawed and real Not ideal Or a perfect externalization of your dreams I fall short of all those things- Less is more And I am much less Than you ever hoped for.Birth sign: Gemini
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