cuddles for
sale im
ugly but
need one
person to
love me,
listen to me,
know me,
hug me,
cuddle me
until my tears
vaporize in
the midst of
your perfect
love

they say love
comes from the
heart

but the heart isn't
the catalyst of
love

it is the heart
who suffers the most
pain

but gets all
the recognition of
joy

glisten and scream for
something now
lost, curving
over imperfections
a lone river
without any place
to empty its
pain

you won't find
her in any
reality

she lives, feeds
inside the minds
of the imperfect.

but the lips of hers
have no color
her eyes no
gleeful sparkle
her heart pumping
out only cold dreams.

her host, however
is of much greater
worth;

her eyes are
rays of sunlight
amidst gray clouds;
her smile, like
an ocean breeze,
calms and lifts the soul.

it is she who is
perfect.
Ly.
Imperfect.