PERFECT AS HE I CAN BE?
Sometimes I get jealous of other people having beautiful eyes, blue, green and grey are perfectly fine like people describe in my favorite books and mine is like a coal in a mine, not that coal who turns into diamonds but a coal who meant to be burned I wish I can be perfect too A man with dignity and fight for honor And here is me, a potato in steak, no taste at all just existing cause someone put me here Golden hair with perfect shape lips A picture perfect, a carbon copy of the heavenly ones
