It's always her
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The way she looks.
The way she laughs.
Even the way she acts.
When the points get scored, it's always her they look at.
When the door opens it's always her they cheer to see.
I'm curious to see her charming stare.
Or how curly or straight is her natural hair.
It's blonde and wavy, just like mine.
Except it's not as unique and bright as my unnatural will always be.
We both have the same blue eyes.
Mine circled in black with a little wing.
While hers are basic but in them, you see the blue of the ocean below as bright as can be.
Clothing well that's a different story.
While mine is more creative, hers is still boring.
My long black coat and graphic tees.
To her short shorts that belong to an unknown team.
Her laugh is obnoxious but I guess so is mine.
Hers is high pitched like pig at the fair, while mine is more natural and has more flair.
Her confidence is bad, not even that real.
But if you comment about it she sure will squeal.
Not worried about what someone else will say I always go on with my day.
Though she it's quite special, not in the best way.
If you say something bad even though it's true, she'll listen and turn it out of tune.
She'll say some bad things, maybe one or two but at the end of the day you were always overruled.
She just had to have the confidence to try and lure him towards her.
Even though he's playing with her words.
He acts all day by flirting terribly, but the one he actually likes is being kinda petty.
I love the drama even though it makes my heart drop a few beats.
But when he comes oh so close I do feel the heat.
He might be playing, even with me but either way he still makes me feel free.
It might not be me now or ever will but you know that's fine. As the sea sinks my feelings go with it, but the memories are in my heart as the love that stays with the waters.
