techtess

She runs to him And not to me Her hair flowing in the wind Her smile raising her cheekbones He doesn't deserve her He doesn't love her But I do I love her She speaks to me as a friend Just friends Because she does'nt know And she doesn't know we could be more Oh, the things I would do with her The things I would say They remain unsaid I wish I could tell her My promises I will not break Like him Yet she runs to him And not me He envelops her in his arms And whispers poetry not of his own He doesn't love her But I do He calls her "babe" That is not a word you say to the one you love Nor is "sexy" She is NOT sexy Sh