We've switched places,
Miss Rich and I share similar faces.
People are after her, I'm just bait,
All she has to do is sit and wait.
Her fiance thinks that I'm her,
And he gives me such a fever.
He's stolen my first kiss,
And left me with so much bliss.
Whenever I'm with him I forget,
That if I fall in love with him, it's something I'll regret.
He always talks of their wedding day,
Forcing me to bottle up what I want to say.
I'm not aloud to tell him, I'm me,
And that we were meant to be.
But I have to keep up this charade,
Because I'll get hurt if I rain on her parade.
To make things even more complicated,
Her bodyguard's feelings haven't faded.
He knows about our switch,
And he ends up falling for me instead of that witch.
Her fiance wants me with him, but it just won't work out,
He'll probably hate me if he finds out.
Acting like her 24/7, what if he discovers it's all fake?
Will he hate me? How much lies can he actually take?
I want to find out, but he's hers and not mine,
So I guess I'll just have to act like every thing's fine.
But really, how long can I keep this up?
Especially when their wedding day is coming up...
[c] 2O06 Mindy Huang
I don't know... This poem was just out of the blue, based on one of my stories.
