Picture Perfect

I saw you, in a cluttered place
my head woozy like outer space.
I couldn’t see the deception,
picture perfect… But you transformed.
Are u a decepticon? or is this inception?
I got even friendlier with Mary Jane,
she made me love the sound of your name.
All in all I took a small step,
not seeing the ledge.
I swear I found my Johnny Depp.
He’d save me, pull me from the edge.
But now I’m in the dark,
in the precipice of my mind,
hoping to be found.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Found.


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