queue
i like you more than
my first cup of green tea
too warm, i use to burn my fats
only to catch your eyesi worked out, i tried to eat less
i wanted big breats,
thick thighs
will this work out?but my heart's on fire
everybody wants you
youre surrounded by girls
and im behind themi tipped toe, my poor eyesight-
it's trying to see you
im peeking for your attention
the only validation i want is from youi stepped on a chair,
it's a queue and i got no chance
i'll kick this seat, cut my hair
and sink with the other helpless women
YOU ARE READING
everything, everything, everything
Poetrymy thoughts turned into poems hoping that other people can relate. interpret them well.