What unimaginable spontaneous energy you give doing absolutely nothing.
You’re powerful, like the thunderstorms in the sea
You’re angelic like the flora and fauna
You’re perfect.
Every thing you do, everything you are wont ever compare to anything else.
Although you don’t listen, or take a second to hear what I have to say...you’re still perfect.
From the way your eyes curve to the way your curly bouncy hair flows in the wind.
Nobody is perfect, especially you...but why are you perfect to me?
I can never see anything wrong.
This evil spell you’ve casted has left me trapped, stuck.
It’s been years since I’ve seen you, yet I’m still in your evil spell.
I know you don’t care anymore, you never did in the first place.
So why am I trapped...give me the antidote, the kiss that breaks the spell please.
Because even though you’re far from perfect, you’re perfect to me.