How is it,
When the perfect man,
Enters your life,
He becomes a friend,
But can’t become more.
***
Perfect for me,
Doesn’t mean perfect for him,
Two opposite minds,
Creates opposite worlds,
And often ends in tears.
***
You were,
The perfect gay man,
Understanding, accepting and friendly,
But there was one snag,
You were straight.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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