Mr. Perfect, Mr. Right
you're all she's wanted
all her life.
You're him, you're the only one,
but with one mistake,
it's all undone.
It wasn't just some girly crush.
For six whole years,
you're all she's loved.
She's never lied
and she's always hoped
you'd be the one who wouldn't joke.
But guess what?
You're all the same.
And at first you hide
behind your given name;
Mr. Perfect or Mr. Right-
It doesn't matter much tonight.
You'll never understand,
though you think you will
you will not ever
feel the way she feels.
You won't feel the pain
you won't know the tears
your heart will not break
half as much, at least
not for a few years.
By then you will have realised
what tears you brought
to those pretty blue eyes.
I liked this poem sounds
like what i am going through to.