Hyndland Secondary School: Leila Barrett

Not Mine

He’s not mine
His touch so tender and divine
Hand in hand as they walk round.
My flooded tears make me drown
Her manly features fit with his
I still remember that fatal kiss
And as I cry myself to sleep
I sit and stare as I comfort eat.
Hate, running through my veins,
And I bet you he felt the same.
Not jealous, no not me. .
And all because he…
He’s not mine.

by Leila Barrett