Not His Girl...

He is for me,
I’m not for him,
She is winsome,
For she wins him,
He is my dream boy,
But im not his girl,
With her golden hair,
That ends in a curl,
But I shouldn’t wish,
I shouldn’t start,
For wishing only wounds my heart,
I shouldn’t let the tears slowly fall,
I can wait by the phone,
But he wont call,
He is my love,
I am his game,
Night after night,
As I stare through the rain,
I tell myself not to dream too far,
“Don’t lose sight of who you are,”
But I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl,
For he is my dream boy,
But im not his girl.