She is such a bubble,
she is so stuck up.
She thinks she's all that,
But she really isn't that much.
She has a perfect smile.
Intellect beyond compare.
She has a rich personality.
She has gorgous hair.
She makes me sick,
she has so many friends.
She knows what she's at.
I wouldn't want to be like her,
not to dress like that.
And every guy
that she walks by,
she winks
or gives them the subtle eye.
I don't think they can resist her.
They laugh punch each other and smile.
SHe flirts too much,
she's over the edge,
all the compliments
go to her head.
She makes me sick.
She makes me urge.
But deep inside?
I envy her.
hey kat
the title of this poem is what got me..then i read through it again and again and again.....i really do like it, its kinda different from the other poems that i've read by you...anyway, i'm off.
~Pam