little Miss Perfectrw

To everyone else, she was just another pretty lady.

She should be placing the crown upon her presumptuous mind,

and not drop her diamonds so that they die,

again, the next man on one knee is what she will find,

again, her being on two knees crying and then she will lie.

She's "perfect", a beautiful rose upon the lily's of the world with a curse,

bright eyes and a smile to kill,

dirty auburn locks and lips thicker than her purse,

yet not as thick as her bill.

Lights.. camera.. with more action than she had expected,

her boyfriend is a basket case with a smile alone almost as charming as a prince

who loved her, until she declined what he had requested,

"he's just a friend Billy!" that night, she never slept a wince.

Ocean blue marbles behind broken skin,

a crooked smile and a loss of love within,

a cigarette, photos of Billy in the bin,

six months after being adored for a fortnight, she's frail and thin.

Lights.. camera.. and a police station,

she's being questioned and all she can do is stare,

"please write your name on this statement"

little Miss Perfetrw "oops, sorry, I still can't stop shaking . There."

Author's Note

This is not personal at all.

Reviews

[veronicasecreti]

I like the cleverness behind your title, and like this piece overall. I feel that you could change some adjectives and make this sound a little darker/more mature and it would be nearly perfect.

[Honey.K]

This is a really good read.. Beautiful word choice and images. The concept is very deep

[Bella]

Ah thanks so much honey