Awakening to a dog on my right,
I turn to the left.
I see my angel, softly sleeping;
She has stayed through the night.
I awaken her with kisses
and an arm around her head.
Without her,
I would certainly be dead.
She brews up the finest addiction,
and I follow closely behind her,
Beginning to think...
I wonder,
do I stink?
My hair looks like a nest,
my face riddled with blemish;
I still need some rest,
but I have a mission to accomplish.
Though I am a disaster waiting to occur,
with messy hair and ***** feet,
a torn night gown and an expression of defeat;
She turns to me and whispers
"You're perfect."
And all of a sudden,
My mess of a world comes back together...
This woman has repaired my broken,
brushed my unkempt hair,
Sat at my feet and kissed them,
Sewn my torn nightgown,
And turned my every expression into a smile...
So tell me,
Is it really ME that is perfect?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
Awakening to a dog on my right,
I turn to the left.
I see my angel, softly sleeping;
She has stayed through the night.
I awaken her with kisses
and an arm around her head.
Without her,
I would certainly be dead.
She brews up the finest addiction,
and I follow closely behind her,
Beginning to think...
I wonder,
do I stink?
My hair looks like a nest,
my face riddled with blemish;
I still need some rest,
but I have a mission to accomplish.
Though I am a disaster waiting to occur,
with messy hair and ***** feet,
a torn night gown and an expression of defeat;
She turns to me and whispers
"You're perfect."
And all of a sudden,
My mess of a world comes back together...
This woman has repaired my broken,
brushed my unkempt hair,
Sat at my feet and kissed them,
Sewn my torn nightgown,
And turned my every expression into a smile...
So tell me,
Is it really ME that is perfect?