Her

”Her”

Pancake-faced girl

With a smile of a mops

Hiding behind colors,

Bright shining socks.

Selfish, ignorant, hyper and rude  

  100 failed attempts to look good.

Nervous, shy, awkward, dumb.

Sense of humor is nearly numbed.

The way she laughs is very stupid

Scared away the only cupid.

But there is “her”

The one only girl she loves, she were.

Grey greenish eyes

A girl who truly smiles

She’d give you her hand

Make all your wishes grand.

She is so simple with the past she went through.

Never fakes it, always being what you now days call “being you”

The amazing part, she accepts the other girl too.

One day the pancake-faced girl imagined “her”

In a glorious dream

She was silent but wanted to scream.

The wind from the beach spread the scent of her hair

With a pure white dress and a blue diamond tear.

she climbed over her on top of the bed

Crinkling the morning fresh bed set.

She couldn’t lay still, and accepted the kiss.

Her lips tasted sweet, but it’d be a pain to go on with this.

The whole dream is just a virus inside of me

There will never be something such as “we”

I’m nothing more than just “she”

He deserves her more than I do.

He makes her giggle, and happy too.

She likes him more than a friend

That was his intend.

Such a dead end.

He gets to hold her softly small hand

Morally, my touch will forever be banned.

//Valeria  2013/01/31