Candy Reader Poetry: For the Pretty Girl
Pretty girl with hair of ebony,
You fill his heart with glee.
When you smile,
His stomach erupts with butterflies.
Pretty girl, don't be ashamed,
He's drunk and he forgot his name,
But in his mind is your face.
Oh pretty girl, don't you fret.
You don't know yet.
He loves you so dearly.
He goes to bed,
You're in his head.
He loves you truly.
Conversations you had on repeat.
You make his day feel complete.
Pretty girl, it stings.
How you're able to make him feel these things;
Feelings I'm not able to give.
You're one of his reasons to live.
I laugh at myself, thinking
That I could compete,
And compare myself
To the girl with ebony hair.