What Makes Her Better Then Me

What makes her better then me

Staring upon this empty screen -
I wait for your name to show;
But, I should know by this time,
...It will never be there.

I gaze upon my sorrowful tears--
Knowing that you are with her;
You should be home on this very day,
...It is my birthday you know.

Every message sent is an empty wish--
I should know by now this horrid fate;
But the one question not leaving my mind,
...What do you see in her that you don't in me?

Her long brown hair to my short blond hairdo--
Her large hazel eyes to my deep blue gaze;
Her lushes red lips to my pale pink ones,
...What is it? That makes her better then me?

These tears I am downing in knows your not home--
They know you won't come through this door today;
So I stare upon this empty computer screen,
...Hoping to see your name appear.