It was you whom I had wanted to stalk
It was you whom I had wished to ran over near our block
It was you whom I had imagined standing beneath the wooden door and knock
To greet me a happy birthday with daisies on your hand at twelve o'clock
YOU ARE READING
I Wish I Were Prettier
PoesiaIf I were only as pretty as her Maybe you could have chosen me over her Maybe this pain won't linger in me forever I wish I were prettier
