Desiring What I Cannot Have
She’s so ideal
She smiles at everyone she sees.
At the sight of someone so ethereal,
The people feel at ease.
Her perfect hair falling down,
The way ocean waves couldn’t compare.
When one looks into her blue eyes they drown,
One couldn’t help but stare.
When you hear her voice,
The angels stop and listen.
You have no choice,
To impress her would be your mission.
Her name,
Just the mention of her.
It will spark a flame,
Everything else would be a blur.
I want to be that girl,
The girl who the angels listen to.
The girl who’s hair,
Makes the ocean waves get jealous.
The girl that people just connect to.
The girl who could drown you
with the beauty of her eyes
The girl who by even the slightest mention,
It would send someone into a heart attack.
I want to be her.
Copyright © madi moore | Year Posted 2025
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