Painted Perfection
I painted you perfection
On your bathroom mirror.
My mind and soul were tired
Of listening to you hate yourself,
And my hands took the matter and ran with it.
So today you’ll wake and rub your sleepy eyes,
Stumble from your bed to find
That you can reach out and touch perfection.
Your portrait.
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