For years and years I have hated and loathed The word perfect It has been a disgusting burden Full of lies But when he says it Its beautiful Reborn "In my eyes, you are perfect" This time, I felt it Perfect A word full of butterflies instead of lies
I keep trying to refuse these feelings But everytime I beg them to go away They find new places to invade The more I turn from them The more they grow The more I pull at them The deeper they go Like the roots of an ancient tree They tangle deep inside my heart So deep that I can't pull them out