Feeling Green

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