Long brown hair she loves,
But really looks like dead grass.
Bright blue eyes that she think make her unique,
But really couldnāt be more common.
I hate her.
With all thatās in me.
Itās exhausting sometimes.
When she looks, no glares at me
She looks like a horse chocking.
The boysā knees go weak when they see her,
Herding around her like bunnies do round Snow White.
But while sheās kind...