Miss Drop-Dead-Gorgeous… Really. <br />They told me about you, you know. <br />They say you’re beautiful, gorgeous, in fact. <br /> <br />Your teeth are small white pearls, perfectly aligned, <br />Against which my own cubes, my crooked grin, cannot hope to compete. <br />Your face, a radiant flush of health dappled onto your cheeks, <br />Makes my own pallor all the worse. <br />Your sapphire eyes are liquid pools of lucid eternity, calling to the world, <br />Whereas mine are unfathomable emerald enigmas, too hard to crack. <br />Your hair, raven silk, falling perfectly down your back, <br />Mine pulled into a ponytail, too much to bother with. <br /> <br />I’m no match, Miss Drop-Dead-Gorgeous. <br />You win, and you know it. <br />That’s why you’re giving me that smirk behind his back… <br /> <br />Hey, Miss Drop-Dead-Gorgeous- <br />Why won’t you just… <br />Drop Dead.<br /><br />Melissa Nikolova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-me-a-favor-drop-dead-miss-drop-dead-gorgeous/
