My Poems

Forever at her service

Kiss me with those perfect lips.

And look at me with your love filled eyes even though they are for someone else.

For someone with flawless skin and a talent on a stage.

The effect on people where they stop in awe when they see her face.

She's the one that makes you think I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

She's absolutely perfect with gorgeous brown hair and modeling eyes with the beautiful pale skin that has a blush on her cheeks everytime she smiles for you.

It's special not like the fake ones on the mags.

Not that anyone can tell the difference.

I see it.

The way you two look perfect together.

The way you two look at each other like you're soul mates.

Childhood friends and teenage lovers.

The memories of being invisible.

Loving someone I shouldn't.

I was the one that stayed away from everyone because I didn't feel worthy for the spot light like my best friend.

My sister with the silky milk chocolate hair and big brown eyes and the toned body to show off.

The one that was always in her shadow.

No one knew who I was.

I worshipped her.

With golden red hair and glowing blue eyes.

The perfect couple married at last and happy, seen by outsiders, but from inside fighting never stopped.

The image had to stay.

Love didn't matter anymore.

I fell for the unavailable.

Never spoke up or took the chance to introduce myself.

But in the end I was never his type.

She was and always will be.

The girl that soaks up the spot light and is center of attention.

But what I never knew was that I was his center of attention always.

But yet I still don't know.

I let fear keep me from having a happy and perfect life filled with hard working love and a family.

Yet I stayed alone and in the background.

Trying to keep my sister with the perfect image and life..