I am jealous at the girl besides me,
when i see the boy sitting infront of me
stealing glances at the girl sitting besides me....
The look of awe, at her beauty....
I can see it in his face....
but he can't see it....
The look of awe on my face at his personality....
When he helped the little girl with pigtails...when she fell...from the swing..
the look of adoration on my face...
When he frowns at his maths question paper....
The dreamy look when I see his handsome face....
He can't see it...
All he can see is the thankful look I give him.....
when he stands up for me.....
when my hero looks past me to the flawless beauty behind me....
i feel like transparent glass between them....
I wish he could see me....
YOU ARE READING
Beside You.
PoetryPoetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. -Dennis Gabor
