Cut from the same cloth,
both strong and proud.
But where as one is quiet,
The other is quite loud.
She was a book worm,
They were a jock.
They were praised,
she was mocked.
They were meant to be,
yet they never spared a glance.
Never will they look at her,
give her a chance.
She is not what you wanted,
yet she is what you need.
She is the happiness,
from which your life does feed.
You will never know,
what happiness could have shown.
To bad, if only you had known.
Cut from the same cloth,
both strong and proud.
But one was quiet,
the other was loud.
Never did they meet,
they walked by without a clue.
Never did they know,
that it was you..
