I still remember, it was the 3rd of December and I was in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you thought I knew that was a slight lie. If only you knew how much I liked you then you would understand the pain I am going through.
I watch your eyes as she walks by so elegantly like a swan on a lake. What a sight for sore eyes no one could not look at her. She's brighter than the blue sky, maybe even better. She's got you mesmerized while I die a slow and painful death being able to tell you to love her more than me, so why would you ever kiss me? If I'm not even half as pretty as she is.
You gave her your sweater the one I wore, it's just polyester though it holds deep memories of us, of others, of life. But, you like her better. It's easy to tell even from afar. 2 more days till my birthday and my only wish is to be Heather.