She's the epitome of perfection.
Her smile lights up a room.
Her eyes seductive, mines fill with gloom.
Her hair sleek and straight while mine is too much to take.
Her style is hard to define, you could say she's one of a kind.
Her skin flawless to everyone,
while I need make-up by the ton.
Her long pearl dress dances in the wind,
while I'm in worn out jeans and a big shirt. How will I ever win?
She's better than me in every grace.
I'm just a girl with a horrid face.
Her hourglass body can easily be picked up.
While my figures the image of a pickup truck.
You deserve to be with someone who you can show off to your family and friends.
Not a girl who never wants to be seen again.
That must be why you text each other on your special days.
Every day that passes by I feel you distancing yourself further away.
I'm sorry I put you through all this mess.
It's time I leave and give you some peace and rest.
I can't compete with such beauty in any way.
So why are you with me?
Why do you stay?
My first poem on this site!