Indeed Poem by Poetry Falcon

The Wrong one makes you a monster.
The Right one fights your demons with you.
Wants to take them on for you
Thinking back
There's only been two.
But not the ones you'd expect

Him? Really?
He was too good.
But not like you'd expect
A man of God so imperfectly perfect.
A beautiful soul that'd make an old man smile
So wonderful indeed
But we just couldn't be
For his heart was torn in two.
Mine was, too
He was perfectly imperfect indeed.

And him? No, not him!
He's just a boy.
But not like you'd expect
A man whose soul is so wickedly deep
Far beyond the old man's smile
So beautiful
So free
Yearning to be lost
Or so he tries to make me believe
For his heart belongs to one
Sadly the Wrong one.
But he's beautiful indeed.