She's the definition of what they call "perfection",
I bet she's having a good time everytime she looks at her reflection.
Blonde, straight and long nice hair,
Why does she have to be better than me it's not fair.
I'll admit she's pretty and she good at sports,
Whatever she does , tons of receiving supports.
She knows how to carve wood and make them into art,
Some how it finds a way to touch everyone's heart.
Everyone adores her and her qualities,
Maybe it's because she has higher polities.
While I'm stuck here just being me,
I wear glasses so I can't even see.
One day I bought my lunch and went to go sit under a tree,
I looked sad so she came and sat with me.
I asked why she decided to sit with me when she could sit with the popular kids.
"All they talk about is their parents and who made the highest bids. "
"But your pretty and smart everyone loves you for who you are!
"No they don't , they only like me because of what my parents can afford. Luxury looking cars.
"Someone like me looks up to you for being smart,
Your good at everything including art!"
She giggled and said "How about we become friends, "
From that day our friendship never ends.
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Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017
