Perfect Gentleman

Perfect Gentleman
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

A lot of the guys I've come to know,
are jerks.
So when I saw you on campus,
I believed otherwise.

People only talked about-
the good in you.
and I believed them

Yet now I see.

Was I an idiot to believe,
Your deceiving pretenses,
The only facet of the truth.

You mind was not pure,
It was corrupted,
The other guys

So I ask:
Will the Perfect Gentleman please,
Stand up.

And I waited...

But you didn't...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013