What have you that I've not got?
What makes you better and I am not?
Why do you rest right there above?
What gives you more meaning than love?
Why must I sit so sad; so sullen
While you rise through ranks; so sudden
Why did they pick you to be the best
And forget about all the rest?
What makes you so special?
Why are you so grand?
Is it because your smile shows white teeth?
Is it because you're right proper; sword with sheath?
I hope one day I know why
They picked you to be the right guy
YOU ARE READING
My Heart To Yours
Poetry~My heart burns on heavy with nothing and no one to call my own~ I had fun with these. That you probably knew, but also I hope you will too! With Love, David Yager
