She.
She, with that smile and the freckles on her nose.
She, with the glasses, the headphones, and woah,
She, I see her looking at me,
For a moment.
Before she looks away.
She.
She, blushes and turns and hides her face.
She, I didn't even notice before today.
She, had been there all along.
But I didn't even.
Begin to know she was there.
She.
She, with the beanies and ironic tees.
She, with the voice as quiet as can be.
She, had been overlooked by so many.
Who would have been lucky.
To call her their friend.
