No I don’t want the curve of your hips
Or your pouty blood red lips.
No matter how many times I stare
I really don’t want your dark glossy hair.
Your smiling pictures don’t deceive me,
I don’t fall for your romantic story.
I may ooh and aah at your pretty gown
But under all that paint, don’t you feel like a clown?
You might be living a really exciting life,
(Yes, that possibility does give me sleepless nights.)
Still, if I had to choose an alternate reality,
Hands down, I’d prefer my “own” originality.
Prompt : Original
P.C. Sarah Joncas