When you said, You are leaving me for the best, I pictured a girl, With tenth times the qualities of mine, Big hazel eyes, wide curvy hips, Her name flamed in the air, The girl not ordinarily born, A conqueror, The girl who excites everybody around, And lives in the glass house, I pictured 'her', Whose looks blinds the colors, and shy-off the flowers, But tell me what the hell went wrong? She is just so normal, like all the girls around, Her eyes are not even double-led like mine, Her name is just within the circle, She isn't really a talk, but a diverted topic. And I want to ask you, Where, exactly, is the 'Best' in her? Or have my eyes gone mad? No. No. I accidentally watched her well, She is the average-sized, and nothing phenomenal, Which provoked me a laugh, And I said, What was the best in her? 😂 😂 😂 .
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