She sits across the way brushing her hair
Unaware of every last stare,
Sitting still I can hardly bare this.
What is her name? What is her name?
I must know her first and last name.
The pressures of getting into the game,
No lectures at first sight.
So I get up with all my might,
Just to be stopped by the traffic lights.
Searching through each car
She’s so close but still so far.
I can’t miss my chance,
For the dance with romance;
At another glance I see her leaving.
I am now antsy like I’m thirteen.
This beautiful woman shall never appear
Maybe once again, maybe in the near
Future, Ill conquer,
But for today I am a loser, for I have lost her.