She has long brown hair. Mine could never compare to hers. I have short, curly, ashy hair. Her hair is softer than feathers. Mine is crisp, thin, breaking. She has chocolate eyes and spider leg lashes. Mine are blue; such a generic color, and lashes, sparse. She has a white smile and rose colored lips. She has perfect teeth; symmetrical. My smile isn't the brightest. Lips, pale and thin. Crooked teeth. She smells like lemongrass and apple juice. I have no scent. Nothing signature, or memorable. She is beautiful. She is captivating. Her soul is beautiful and I see why people like her. I'm the plain girl. Nothing if not ordinary. My soul has scars and blemishes and I see why I'm easy to miss. *I wish I could be like her.
I couldn't compare to someone like her. She tastes like peaches and sweets. I see her and feel threatened. I wish I could be like her.