She walks and her long light red hair brushes against her waist.
I envy her.
She smiles at everyone, that perfect smile.
She wraps her arms round the love i wish i had.
Giggles then whispers a dirty secret i wish i knew.
I envy her.
They walk hand in hand, matching eachothers pace perfectly together.
She cant see the other guys looking at her, she just smiles and kisses him softly.
I envy her.
Their bodies seperate and she kisses his pink cheek softly to bid a dew.
I envy her
I wake up and look in the mirror its just me.
My long red hair now short and dull.
My tired eyes droop from sleepless nights.
No smile. No him. No laughs.
I envy her..
...My past
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I would like to translate this poem
Julie this is very good. You have talent. I will read more.