Perfect Woman

One day I'll wake up

I'll be the perfect woman

Wait no

Time has me misconstrued with what used to be

I mean really

How could I intend on being the perfect woman yet my soul yearns for something deeper

That perfect woman she cries

Her eyes won't stay open

That perfect woman doesn't sleep at night

Her mind won't stop racing

That perfect woman doesn't eat

Her jaws are clenched by every breath she takes

What is it you might ask

My lips cannot form what runs on the very lines of my heart

Those lines intertwined

Like vines

Cannot be untangled with simple gestures

It takes a lot more

That perfect woman is me

I am not perfect

Yet my soul yearns for something deeper

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