Hyndland Secondary School: Leila Barrett
Hes 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
Hes not mine.
by Leila Barrett