I could have been gorgeous
blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs
the whole nine yards
guys standing in pools of drool
girls hating me just because I’m beautiful
but it just didn’t work out that way
I guess you had a reason
but no matter how I try I can’t see why.
Maybe to build my character or
maybe just cuz you ran out of looks before
you made me and all you had left was good personality!
Wow, I couldn't tell you how many times I've felt like this! I have a friend that it seems if I bring any guy I'm remotely interested in around they drop me and fall all over her, trust me I learned my lesson! This poem really made me realize I'm not the only one who feels like this. Keep up the good work!