The shade of your lips painted in pale red
Moved as you mutter the words in the book you have read
The sound of your shoes on the floor heading to the door as you tread
I clasped my mouth and left things unsaid
YOU ARE READING
I Wish I Were Prettier
PoetryIf 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
