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by asia[imperfection] is alone in the world   Sep 26, 2005


I am tires of crying
and wasting my tears
on someone who doesnt care
he seemed so perfect in every way
and i wanted hom to be mine
but i missed out and lost my prize
i wonder why and ask so many questions
she took my prize
and made my life miserable
this is why i cry
and waste my tears
like he will come back to me
who would want to
she is skinny and pretty
and what am i
fat and ugly
what could i ever offer to make him happy
i can only offer love
but he doesnt see
he is blinded
but its not fair
i never stood a chance against her
no chance at all

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