Nearly perfect

Hurt is flashing across your face,

as you followed her gaze,

just to see her looking for another man,

this is the feeling of being damned.

The sparkle in your eyes fades away,

you couldn´t make her stay.

But for what´s worth it,

I think you´re pretty close to perfect.

And now you live life in the fast lane,

all your flings looking the same,

trying to resemble her,

though they´ll never be anything besides 'another'.

And after months your glint disappeared,

almost completely as I feared,

But for what´s worth it,

I think you´re pretty close to perfect.