Her.
The girl with the perfect hair, flowing off her shoulders in a heavenly way.
The girls with eyes like the jewels in the movies, glimmering and shining at the hope of the light.
The girl with the beautiful voice, tricking birds into singing with the melody.
The girl with the perfect smile, like a lucky dollar on the ground, as it was something little that could make anyone's day.
Of course, this girl wasn't me.
She was the girl who fell in love with the boy, and the boy fell right back in love with her.
Because the boy was also perfect, and why would a perfect boy throw away a chance to be with a perfect girl over the thought of an imperfect girl?
Wouldn't that be like throwing away a rose to keep some dirt?
But the thing is;
Because I never mentioned her heart.
Only her looks.
But that's what matters, right?
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Thoughts Of Society
PoetryThe feelings that I don't show, and the story I said I'd never write. Story will be updated in time. ✨ Votes and Comments Are Much Appreciated, Thank you very much! I will follow back for anyone who votes :) ✨
