My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is always a gentleman
He opens doors, pulls out chairs
And is polite to my parents
And yet when he wants
He can be so hilariously fun
He's not afraid to wrestle
Or play games, even have a nerd fight
But when the day is done
We can sit and talk for hours
He listens to every word
And says more than "okay"
He will smile and act intelligent
Helping with my problems
But he's not too serious
To put up with my insanity

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is always there for me
I will never feel shy or scared
In his protective hold
He will back me up
Even if I'm wrong
And when we sit together
He will wrap his arms around me
And sit tight and perfect
And he is always there for me
When is about emotions too
He will be my steady rock
To comfort if I cry
He always try's to make it better
No matter what is wrong

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is thinking of me
He pulls special surprises
With flowers and romance
He never forgets a special day
But he's not the kind of guy
Who is crazy about anniversaries
He might give a gift once a year
To keep it real special
He plans dates
And makes special days
Just for the two of us
And while he keeps them
Perfectly romantic he lets them
Have fun too.

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who compliments me now and then
Even if he doesn't mean it
Just to make me feel nice
But he isn't all worried about beauty
He notices me for me
And isn't afraid to joke around
And say what's on his mind

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who likes the things I like
The kind of guy who
Shares my dreams
And relishes in the insanity
He wants to make the impossible come true
Without forgetting about now
He will think about the Future
While we banter with each other

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who doesn't see me as just his girl
He is protective and strong
Yet easy going too
He isn't afraid to get *****
To roll around in the mud
He is always up for a game
Of road hockey or paintball
He will play video games
And sports
Without going easy
He will keep things fun
And won't cry about losing to a girl.

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who gets along with friends
Who is always charming to new people
And who my friends like back
The kind of guy who
Gets along with a group
Yet doesn't mind to be alone

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who I write this incredibly long poem about
He is the kind of guy who is perfect in my eyes
He is the kind of guy who likely doesn't exist

Pale mist cloaks the light in a phantasmal duet
Remnants of warmth abysmal but to the freezing ghoul
Sinister clouds devour the moon and then regurgitating the lascivious lunar
Bringing shadows to life as my only torment.. so far
As I escape the disapproval of corporeal life forms
‘******’, ‘Freak’, ‘Witch’ – no more
Following the voices in my head with each step
Turning left or right with the Will-O-Wisp as my guide
Jack the Ripper burying a harlot by the side
Finger pursed to his lips as I looked with the corner of my eye
Dr. Frankenstein digs a grave looking for body parts to revive
What monstrosities would transpire if they formed an unholy alliance
As I walked further, Elizabeth Bathory greeted me in her ****** tub
‘Care to join me?’
‘I don’t swing that way’ I said
Wait, this is getting weird
Before my doubts could take-over, a strange portal lies ahead
And a mysterious figure appears and said
‘Girl, you've been in here for the hundredth time, don’t you ever get bored?’