A deep rouge resides on her delicate cheek.

Her pursed lips create a sly smile.

That smile.

The same smile that captured your heart.



Eyes green as shiny emeralds.

Her hair falls ever-so-perfectly.

She was the one you liked.

And she knew that.



You liked that fire in her heart.

I didn't have that.

I didn't have anything that she had.



She was beautiful.

I wasn't.



She was exciting.

I wasn't.



She was amazing.

I wasn't.





I can't be like her.

I'll lose myself.

I'll lose my very own identity.

I'll just become like her.



I can't change myself for you.