Literature
Rather Ordinary
I don't have eyes that stand out,
I don't have a perfect physique
There's nothing piercing about my gaze
Or striking about my looks.
I don't have a whimsical laugh,
I don't have a voice of a siren.
I don't have amazing hair,
And my nails are rather bland.
My legs don't go for days,
And I don't really light up a room.
My hair is rather plain,
And my spirit isn't always happy.
There's really nothing more to tell,
This story doesn't end so well.
Not the way you picture it,
Not talking about my heart,
Or how I love unconditionally.
It doesn't end with I love you,
Or that you'll never be alone.
Sometimes, it's just over.
And I'm still an or