Damn envious of she, never really knowing what it is be her, watching her move, the confidence she exudes. memorizing her words, lusting her curves. wondering what its like to enter her world. a women Thur your eyes, but she is still a girl. longing for her touch with hope that you to can possess the strength she has, but only she carries it best. staring into her eyes you see beauty and wonder to yourself why is it that she cry. staring into her eyes wondering to yourself where her fears lye. staring into her eyes you'll see her soul that has bleed and cried, so lonely despite the beauty on the outside. so envious of she, the essence of her beauty the essence of ME!!!
