I heard that she’s a runner
And plays the violin.
I can tell she has nice hair
And almost perfect skin.
I would think she’s quite smart
By the looks of where she is.
I’m jealous of her hands
Because I know they hold his.
I see she has brown eyes
Though mine are blue.
I’d say we have nothing in common,
But that’s not true.
We both belonged to him
At some point in time.
I’m past, she’s present
I’ll admit he’s no longer mine.