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 Oct 2014
Miss Dan
The perfect man is but ordinary,
He cries and laughs like all the rest.
He doesn't have the perfect body
yet the masks he wear are just the best.

He smiles even when he's unhappy
and treats every gal as a friend.
He carries every talk so cheerfully.
His personality is one you'll commend.

But there's one secret he's kept long
that only his girlfriend has known.
A dark trait embedded in his soul
for how deceitful this man has grown.

To this girl, he does a lot of lying
and he doesn't feel guilt or remorse.
He just loves to hear her crying.
His lies to her are such a curse.

He goes out at night to party
and the girl knows not where he goes.
She drops 20 calls, so worried
but he ignores her like she's a ghost.

Still, the perfect man is lucky
for his friends believe he is all-good.
In their eyes, he is mistake-free
and wouldn't do harm even if he could.

To a realization, the girl arrived,
and thought no perfect man exists.
For if there is, then a perfect lie
can make her broken when she believes.
 Oct 2014
Miss Dan
It was January when I wished to have an adventure
Like climbing a mountain; just being one with nature
But you seemed disinterested. You didn't make plans with me.
You simply said, "Don't worry. Someday. Maybe."

On Feb fourteenth, I made some chocolate parfait
Hoping we can enjoy the love-is-in-the-air day.
But you wrote me, "There are some things you have to let go."
And I thought to myself, yes some things, but not you. No.

On March, there was a pile of school stuff to work on.
Everyone was so busy to even sing me a birthday song.
As I entered the room, you just smiled and said "Hi."
And that left me thinking you forgot that today is my...sigh

End of sem, 'twas posted. Yes, we passed the exam!
With tears of joy, I gave thanks for a job well done.
I so wanted to celebrate that joyous moment with you.
But you weren't there. Worse, there was no one to talk to.

It sounds heart-breaking to know how cold you treated me.
But wait, there's more- I'm not yet done telling this story.
There were things that didn't turn out as I wanted it to be.
What happened next sums up how you ruined it perfectly.

You didn't plan that trip with me 'cause you wanted a surprise.
One day in January, you brought me to nature's paradise.
Hours of climbing up the mountains, alas we have arrived.
And that 'someday' you told me then, is a dead word given life.

I flipped that letter on valentines, and read what's written next.
"...except lollipops. Everybody loves it", that's the following text.
You said I should let go of the things that made me bitter.
And that you'd never leave me, come worse, or even better.

On my birthday, I managed to say "Hello" but nothing more.
Then I saw your doodle greeting posted on my backdoor.
"Happy birthday dear", it says. That made my day brighter.
Turns out you've worked overtime on that since two nights prior!

You went home that night when the exam results were posted.
I wasn't in the mood to talk. I'd rather sleep on my bed.
Then you placed on the table, this fruit you brought from the city.
So that's why you were missing! You bought a delish gift for me!

Looking back, I can't complain on how sad I felt initially
'Cause when I felt so down, you never failed to uplift me.
And if being with you means my every plan will not happen,
Then I'd bravely take that risk and live along these lovely ruins.
And yes, I'd love to be beautifully ruined by you.
 Aug 2014
Carolin
Mouth , neck and
cheeks is where he
likes to be kissed.
There wasn't a
chance he'd get to
be kissed and let it be
skipped. He reads
her as if she's erotica
but the kind that
seems a bit chaotic
and psychotic. The
way he moves with
her to keep up is a bit
robotic. Hands in his hair
as love spreads in the
air. Standing up chest
to chest and lips to
neck she makes him
wonder what's about
to come next* ~
 Aug 2014
Carolin
His smile can cure cancer.
He's the prettiest shade of
handsome. Probably if he
asks me to dance with him ,
from excite i would't know
how to answer. A collection
of beautiful cells , stars and
atoms , that's what he's made
of. Skin stretched perfectly
over his lovely bones and
wide manly shoulders. Curls
looking like wild flowers hanging
up in his hair. He's the most
prettiest man that God has ever created. He's a flawless doll above
us all. Sometimes one could say he's like poetry but i won't deny he's better than what the poets wrote back in
the old centuries. Starting with Shakespeare and ending up with Edgar Allen Poe.  A fine piece of
art is what i could say to define
his kind. But above this all he's the love of my life because he's the
fairest of them all* ~

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