MY FAULT?
She has long hair,
And hazel brown eyes.
I have short curls,
My eyes will never be just as nice.
She shines and conquers,
Everywhere she goes.
My flickering light goes:
Unnoticed beside her bright glow.
Her tall figure stands,
Brave and strong.
My weak figure is nothing,
Compared to her bold one.
Her beauty radiates,
In all directions.
My beauty is non existent,
Not worth any affection.
She is an envy,
Doesn't have to hide under a hood.
Is it my fault,
That I can't be as good?
~Sharanya
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Poesía" Give me a gem and I'll treasure it. Give me a rock, and I'll still treasure it with all my heart." Highest ranking: #53 in Poetry
