Once upon another lifetime, there was this perfect girl. Actually, not a girl but a lady of impeccable taste. Immaculate white stilettos, sharp suit, her hair's in a faultless bun-- from her head to her toes my god she looks divine.
Once upon another lifetime she had a perfect life; she's living a life too big of a dream.
Once upon another lifetime she was never a mess; her emotions may unravel but she still gives her heart a rest.
Once upon a lifetime she was the perfect girl, but not in this lifetime. Not now. Not today.
Today she's just a girl; a girl with too fragile of a heart for she kept it all inside. She kept it all for too long.
Today she wept and wept, of deep regrets and broken dreams and a broken heart she can't repair. With great dismay she looked back to the days of love and abundance and joy. But then for perfection, by greed she was devoured. Too bad she didn't know that she can never have it all.
Today she uttered the words of a heart in sorrow. She blamed and hurt and cursed and hated herself for the life and love and the self she had lost.
Today, like yesterday and the day before, her tearducts ran dry. Tomorrow, a heart will mend and will grow a little stronger.
Tomorrow I might tell you another story. A girl who lived in another lifetime shall live in this lifetime. Tomorrow, but not today. Not now. We all have to wait.
J.
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