by Dep

Perfection does not exist
Yet, some things, I need
Do not call me choosey
For the most, it matters not

Love is my guide
Hope is my fire
Dreams are my goal
Emotion is my sight

Yet you now say
I am too choosy
Hush, be silent
Love is all about choice

You are not for me
We live in two worlds
Please forgive me
But tis for the best

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