My dearest friend, you won't ever know how many times I cried because of you. How could I ever compare with you?You make me feel imperfect, incomplete and at the same time all I want is to be under your spell. 1
You, with you flaming hair, ivory skin and emerald eyes... you with your sweet voice and laugh like silver bells... you and your impeccable grace and me a mere shadow stepping in your shoes that are too big to fill. 2
You say we are complementary, like two sides of a coin, but you are the beautifully head and I the unlucky tail. You won the game my dear, so why aren't you happy? You have it all. Or is your beauty, your curse? You will forever be worshiped,but never loved and understood.3
I'm sorry.Don't be angry on the world, my dear friend, you are just too perfect for us, souls mutilated by envy and greed.
A contest entry
- Someone Special by Lady Pixie.
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Comments
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A bit sad actually but beautifully and elegantly written. There were a couple of minor typos but they could be easily caught with a careful read-over. I really liked this and thank you for entering the contest
Pixie
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