She Looks Right Through Me

When I'm with her it rains and that's no coincidence,
She can make a tragedy out of a boys innocence,
Others want to have her but I know they'll never be,
They'll succumb and live their lives in secluded misery,
She doesn't even know who I am yet I can't end my stare,
She's never even looked at me with a disgusted glare,
Am I imaginary to her because she's a dream to me,
She's filthy to some but they just can't see,
Blind they are to her beautified passion within,
Her heart is so mysterious its beauty so foriegn,
So today as I watch her eat lunch by the wall,
I shall hide my shame and risk it all.