A little poem about Robbie Ross in Jackie's eyes.
I'll never have you
and it hurts me.
You look over my
head, over me as a
person.
You'll glimpse at me,
tease me. Never
will understand me.
Your tanned skin
is something to marvel
at. But that just underpins
the fact, that to love me
you can't be someone of a
dream. A dream that I can
feel you and want you.
Slip on those jeans and
come and see me.
If it's shite sorry...but hey... it's a try right? :)