Today's prompt is perfect/perfection. I kinda went a different direction with this. Instead of talking about what I see as perfect, all I could think about was how my ex used to call me his 'perfect angel' and how much that bothered me. He never understood why, but I think I've explained it in this poem.I Will FallHe told me I was perfectHis angelI saved him from… somethingWithout me, he would dieHe would fall
I am not the SaviourI am not an angelPlease don’t set me upFor I will fall
I am smallI am humanDon’t make me your idolI will fall
Published on October 06, 2014 06:53