I'd start my days with a cigarette <br />blow smoke through my dark-ringed regrets <br />My dear I fear you're too care-free <br /> <br />No knickers as your slip on your skinny jeans <br />I give you protection, you know what I mean <br />You rebut and say my armour's just too cold. <br /> <br />A little smile as you put on your angel wings <br />your freckles and laugh the joy that they bring <br />My dear I'm afraid just won't be enough. <br /> <br />Blindfolded trying to re-fasten the hook <br />you say you're shy and not to look <br />the tiny flaws are okay my dear. <br /> <br />A kiss on the cheek and a bite of the lip <br />and a vivid imagination filled with your tattooed hips <br />are all I have to remind me of you my dear. <br /> <br />But I'm not prefect and just a sinner <br />I'll break your heart and eat it up for dinner <br />I guess you should have known better my dear. <br /> <br />But there's something about your little imperfections <br />that are perfect and you'll use them as weapons <br />Just make sure your intentions are clear.<br /><br />Marcellino Carlo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-little-imperfections/
