I read his words, about her,
and I'm left aching.
Not because I
want to be her, by any means
(or him, for that matter)
but because I want to be them.

It isn't that I want to be
inside of the instance that
they speak off --
when they look at each other,
I want it to be the mirror
of their souls (and obviously it is.)

No, it isn't that I'm jealous
of their union,
I'm envious of his emotions.

I wonder if I'll have
to be 5'6" and blonde;
130 pounds and a uber feminine
before someone would take notice
(like he has, with her.)

I wonder if I would have
to have green eyes and
a valley girl giggle
before someone
would drown in me.

If so, then I guess I'm
going to remain on the
outside of this,
guess I'll forever be
looking in,...

'Cause I am
far too tall,
and my eyes are
far too blue.

05/27/2002

Posted on 05/27/2002
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