he always gazed at her,
like she's the prettiest sight
there's not one thing i would change on her
even if it wasn't my life.
her hair sits so perfectly
her legs so skinny in tights
the way he says her name
it's hard not to recognize,
he's definitely in love with her
and i don't wonder why,
the only thing i wonder
is why i'm not as pretty in tights.
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my daily thoughts written in poetry
Poetrymost people on the planet hate their reflection. their looks are not the beauty standards, not even close. their fat is always visible , even under their clothes. their isn't a way to hide it. there's always something that annoys us, something that...
