But She Could

Maybe she's got a prettier face

blue eyes and pretty brown hair.

But I hope you know that ya'll won't last,

and I ain't goin' nowhere.

I'm a hard worker tryin' to pay the bills,

your a rich selfish man.

Never had to try very hard to get out in life

everything's in the palm of your hand.

Nothing ever lasts long for you,

so I wonder why I'm still loving you like I do.

Though I'd never say it

I wasn't strong enough for you

I couldn't love myself as much as I loved you,

but she could.

And I hate to say it,

but I'll never make it.

No matter how hard I try

I'm still too far behind,

but she could.

Never did I think that I'd get caught up in the world,

announcements on the TV 'bout all those fake famous girls.

With all of the plastic in them,

makes 'em like a Barbie doll,

and I know that could never pull it off,

but she could, she can.

And she does!

I don't see how you could stand it

just to look at her fake smile.

But I think I'll manage on my own for a little while.

And I hate to say it,

but I'll never make it.

No matter how hard I try

I'm still too far behind,

but she could.

Though I'd never say it

I wasn't strong enough for you

I couldn't love myself as much as I loved you,

but she could, she can, she does.

Author's Note

Thought of this as like a Carrie Underwood song, just out of my brain. Hope you like it!

Reviews

[Érenn]

This definitely felt like sweet (yet melancholic) music to my ears. That said there's a lot of emotions portrayed but the negatives have overshadowed it. Every time when I read this, I could feel pain, hatred, jealousy shattered heart, yet a sense of admiration for this "she" referred by the narrator. The fact that she had a certain air to her, to think of herself as beautiful inside and out. I like how you have repeated a few lines. They have really good lyrical effect as well as having a role of leaving those words imprinted in the readers mind when they read. Doesn't sound jarring to the ears or too repetitive to the eyes. the voice seems very helpless. It's a nice write ^^

[Abby Leach]

Thanks! I have been just coming up with random poetry lately.

[Érenn]

Randomness ends up becoming something unique and enjoyable, has happened a lot of times with my poetry really ^^

[Abby Leach]

yeah, its usually the case.

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully capturing the invisible mutation that we have become, where we seem to have lost the ability to connect truly with others, whilst wallowing in the shallow end of the gene pool.
Fake and reality seem to have become synonymous, reality star, reality show, 100% fake, all reality removed. No one has time to connect anymore and would rather live life through virtual unreality and delude themselves into thinking this is living.