you like her long, dark hair, but i've never seen you marvel over the way she reads a book.
want ask that her lines her eyes beacause they're big and brown, but rarely do you look into them.
love the way she dresses herself, oblivious she does it to make herself feel better.
you enjoy conversation with her, but i know you don't actually hear her words.
she love classic and modern arts, and can't perform any of them to save her life, but isn't it enough that she loves them?
people say that she's an example of how pretty girls have no hearts and you jokingly agree eith them.
don't you remember all those times you held her as she cried in your arms.
she is with you and all you see is a smiling girl, do you even appreciate the fact that she can only smile when she's with you?
when she wanted to die... you just commented on what a physical waste that would be.
she's offered you more, but you're easily blinded by a slender frame to see the real girl screaming right in front of you.
A contest entry
- I am not that beautiful... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended September 27, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - how many times can i break till i shatter. by innocence jaded.xx.
900 points, ended December 3, 2008, 57 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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isn't it sad
these people will never realize what a beauty wrote this

