Perfect is the definition of what you are
even if you cut there is beauty to your scars
never expecting to fall in love,
you fell into his garden and he planted your heart
when you were in full bloom you were his favorite and he kept you for himself
you were his rose among the thorns and he didn't want you with anyone else
but as all good thing you came to an end
when you started to wither under the hardship of the burning sun
he disregarded you and he found a newer,brighter,better one
but under all the pressure that you had you still are perfect, you never went bad,
it was only then he could see that threw away a real beauty
but your found yourself now and doing good on your own not needing his regretful song and tales of hurt
instead you lifted your head and found your own
knowing that you were perfect,all on your own