You wake up one morning to see that life's moved on
It's no where close to what u had in mind,
and will not be anytime soon
You no longer believe in the prince charming
or the perfect arms that you could sink in
Yet, you don't find tears rolling down ur cheek
You have the perfect job that you always dreamt of,
but sitting in that chair and writing 250 words or more,
is nothing like scribbling at the back of the notebook used to be
The mills and boon seem more like soft porn instead of love stories
'That look in the eye' seems more like a booty call than anything
Its a mayhem and you know that's how its gonna be
Life's imperfect, but guess you will start to like it
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