I watch your IM conversations
u r so hott
Back and forth
Endlessly
How can you stand it?
For a moment
I wonder what it's like to be
Hott.
I'd have long, silky hair
That I'd constantly twirl around my finger
And laugh in the face of the world.
I'd wear
Miniskirts and
Heels and
Too much make up
And guys five years older than me would call me
Hott.
I begin to laugh at the very thought.
You turn away from the glowing computer screen,
One perfectly plucked eyebrow raised quizically.
"You're so weird," you say with a trilling laugh.
Better Weird than Hott.

(Sorry...I just really like the way it dances!)