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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