The way you look into her eyes,
You smile as she smiles,
You grin when she does little things,
It makes me sad, it makes me sting.
Jealousy creeps, but what can I do?
I am not her, will never be you.
She shines bright in your gaze,
While I erase that scene from my place.
In a food fest, I'm just the pest,
How can I stand out? How can I impress?
It makes me sad, why am I like this?
Insecurity floods, in moments I miss.
Knowing this happens time and again,
Hoping one day you'll see through the pain.
But no, pretty girls always win,
And I lose before I begin.
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Tears Of Love
PoetryThis poem explores the bittersweet experience of admiring someone who doesn't quite fit the image of the "perfect" partner you once envisioned. It delves into the tension between fantasy and reality, reflecting on the beauty of imperfections, the un...
