Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

December 1, 2012

Her Best

by Kacey
Quiet tears fall down her face,
She’s her dad’s option and her mother’s disgrace.
She hides behind a shadow of what you want her to be,
Her achievements get shunned by only what you want to see.

Her biggest goal in life is for him to call her his,
I bet you didn’t realize how lonely she really is.
Heavily she waits for shooting stars and falling lashes,
One minute she’s content then the next she crashes.

You pass her in the hall, to acknowledge you resist,
You just proved her right that friendship doesn’t exist.
She waits for your approval getting scarred by your mouth,
While your ego is floating her self-appreciation goes south.

To be his kryptonite she’d be devoted from the start,
The promise he’d make would mend every broken heart.
She’d fall in his arms and cry into his chest,
She’d been waiting for the day when someone knew it was her best.

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