Why Aren't I Her?

May 29, 2011
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I wish I was her
The girl who didn't care
about her hair
or what to wear

The girl who shown
like a bright silver moon
You could even see it
from across the room

She has the voice of a swan
and grace like one too

When her eyes shine
they're winter blue

Why aren't I her?
Why isn't she me?
Is the world upside down,
or is this meant to be?

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Antoinette16 said...
Jun. 30, 2011 at 2:51 pm
I love this poem, and the last stanza is incredible.
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