By Jasmine Meert
Submitted by Graysiren
Date: 2002 Dec 03
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Ten Miles Behind

I see him flirting with my best friend,
and I want to be in her shoes

She doesn't even like him that way

Some days I feel like I'm ten miles
behind the rest of the world.

Maybe tommorrow I'll move to Ireland
and find a leprochaun to grant me three wishes

Or maybe I'll just go to work, come home and watch the snow fall outside my window, and imagine the the perfect man for me is out there building a snowman.
  
And I'll smile through the tears