I see them
with their pretty hair and gorgeous eyes
pretty smiles that tell no lies
never asking for much but wishing for more
always knocking on that closed and locked door
Can't I share with them
the beauty that they posses and laughter they create
they do not lie and hide but are truthful and don't hesitate
with their perfect hair and their gorgeous eyes
being jealous of them isn't a surprise
when they contain all that beauty with no lies
I see them
with their charm and charisma
taking names and beating out the system
they have their wits about them and they always seem to care
throwing all caution to the wind never getting scared
Can't I share with them
the charm that they posses
that washes over me like a gentle wind that can caress
the fierceness of the heart yet the kindness of the soul
being jealous of them is something I can't control
when they make hearts so warm and fierce anger so cold
No, I can't share with them
the charisma they posses
the charm that they contain that has a gentle wind's caress
I can't share with them
the beauty that they have
causing others to smile and others to laugh
I'll always be scared of knocking on that door
because the fear of being rejected is something that would hurt more
Being jealous of them is something I feel
that makes my blood run cold and my warm heart turn to steel
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I know I told you this before, but this poem is beautiful...as are you and your writing.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how many people it will take to tell you this, but you are JUST as full of "beauty" and "charisma" as the very people you are jealous of...if not more than them.
Never EVER forget that.