its her eyes isn't it?
the way the sun shines in them.
sorry to say, but mine never did that.
its her smile isn't it?
the way the sight of it could make the most gloomy person,
happy.
I've never liked my smile.
its her personality isn't it?
the way she cracked jokes like cracking eggs on easter.
my jokes were  never funny.
its her.
its just her.
its always been her.
and im sorry my eyes don't grasp the sun like hers does.