This is for anyone with the broken heart.For anyone who cant get out of bed.

miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2020

I wish I was her.

 

    Only if you knew, 
how much I liked you.
But I watch your eyes
as she walks by.
What a sight for sore eyes.
Watch as she stands with her holding your hand,
put your arm 'round her shoulder, 
now I'm getting colder.
But how could I hate her? 
She's such an angel.

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty.