The Way I Do

I found this when looking through my old note pads. This was written by a 13 year old Symone :)

The way you look at me,
and the way you stare.
It's the way you kiss me,
still wishing she was there.
It's the way you hold me,
as if it's hard to touch.
The way you glance at me,
as if you miss her so much.

It's not fair,
as I try to be with you.
Our lips touch,
your kissing her too.
Is it fair that I'm fighting perfection?
Her fancy hair,
that flawless complexion.
You wish he was me,
and that I got a clue:
the fact you still love her
and she wants you too.

The way you look at her,
and the way you stare.
It's the way you blush
whenever she is near.
It's the way you defend her,
when out love gets rough.
The way you look at me,
as if you miss her so much.

It's not fair,
as I try to be with you.
We hold hands,
you holding her hands too.
It's not fair,
that I'm fighting perfection.
Her longing stare,
Her loving affection.
You wish he was in my place,
and I got a clue:
That you guys still do what
I can't pursue.

The way you look at me,
and the way you stare.
The way you walk away from me,
whenever she is near.
The way you meet her eyes
and laugh and grins.
The way you look,
taking all of her in.

It's not fair,
as I'm trying to be with you.
I blew you a kiss,
she blew you one too.
It's not right that
I'm fighting for you attention.
You think I don't get it,
that I don't have a clue.
Bu no one will love you
that way I do.

Symone xoxo