I stuck out my foot and tripped them
Because Sweetie,
I was rooting for you to win
Then I found reasons to disqualify them
their own imperfections
within
Nothing they offer was ever be good enough
Or ever ever will be
Neither anything they say or do
Because Sweetie,I choose you
So your flaws may be like the gran Canyon
Yet they seem quite explorable
And their motes,almost invisible
Albeit there so damn despicable
Their speech in pleasantries and compliments
Just annoy every nerve in me
And for your silence,in this race of verbatim
Sweetie,I'll give a trophy
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