One day in school,
I saw a boy.
I see lots of boys practically
everyday, but this time its different.
It's different.
He was so tall.
He had long, slender fingers that made me
want to weave my own through his
and never let go.
He had hair so perfect and untouched that made me
want to touch it and see if it's
as soft as it looks.
He had a smile so lopsided and genuine that made me
wish it was directed to me.
And his eyes.
Good Lord, his eyes.
They were the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
They were brown, or maybe black.
I wouldn't know, because they
never found mine.
He had eyes that seemed to speak
a thousand words.
He had eyes that made your knees
weak and your body
immobile.
He had eyes that pierced straight
through you and mess
with your fucking heartstrings.
He was devastatingly beautiful,
but it was his eyes I loved the most.
One day in school,
I saw a boy.
I see lots of boys practically
everyday but this time it's different.
It's different.
Because he's all I see.
Too bad he never saw me.
