Chapter 11
Perfect
Poems About Love
I saw him today,
He smiled his crooked smile
And my heart melted,
His not so perfect-ness could always get to me,
It would make a perfectionist question the
Meaning of perfect itself
Poems About Love
I saw him today,
He smiled his crooked smile
And my heart melted,
His not so perfect-ness could always get to me,
It would make a perfectionist question the
Meaning of perfect itself