A post for a Sunday

To make it prefect.

By: Mariah Thornquest

I draw myself a picture,
and erase all the hard lines.
I paint myself a portrait,
and blend all my colors.
I dream myself an idea,
and smooth out all the details.
I write myself a story,
and come up with the perfect end.
I sing myself a new song,
and make sure to check my key.
You drew a picture of me,
and left all the hard lines.
You paint a portrait of me,
and didn't blend the colors.
You dreamed the idea of me,
and knew all the details.
You write a story about me,
and already know the end.
You sang a song about me,
and knew the perfect key.
To make us perfect he left all the hard lines and
never blended colors.
He knows all the details so do not worry.
He knows the end of the story, so trust him to fulfill it.
And sing your songs to him and you will never be in the wrong key.
To him you are perfect, because that's how he made you to be.