The story of her

The story of her

She isn't perfect.

That is what she said.

It is not true, last time I checked.

She cries, she gets angry and she walks away.

Leaving me, begging for her to stay.

How is it possible, that something so amazing,

Is able to drive herself so crazy.

If only she could see what I can see.

She doesn't realize, she truly has the key.

I hope to tell her how perfect she is.

Until she says, nope, I am his.

Because then I have to take a step back,

And reach again, for a bottle of Jack.

Life with her is like a movie,

Crazy, happy, sad, but always groovy.

Her happiness is all that matters,

Even when my whole life shatters...