Your pretty blue eyes
sparkle in the sun
And your waist length locks
flow around you when you run

Your voice so clear, I hear
up and down the hall
Bosoms just perfect
above a waist so small

Your complexion always
looks beautifully Photoshopped
And ten guys line up each time
your books, you’ve dropped

We all admire you from afar
and wish we could be you
After we talk about your fakeness
and secretly hate you

This poem is fictional – about how an unpopular group of girls might view the popular girl in school.  I’ve always thought it ironic how popular girls are envied and hated at the same time. Linking up at dVersePoets this evening.