There she is
With her extremely tight shirt
With he jeans that flirt
So beautiful it almost hurts.
Her legs are amazing
With hair so smooth, so relaxing
The prettiest girl he’s ever seen.
His locker mirror, can be so mean
That pathetic boy staring right back at him
Needs a miracle, that won’t come for him
And then says to himself
I’ll never get her like this.

At lunch,
She walks in, oblivious
Of the eyes watching her, shamefulness
The thoughts in his head, wondrous
He watches her, longing for her love,
Sadness
Wishes he could have such a beautiful girl as his own,
Loving and caring,
But that love will forever be untouched.

Someday,
My memory of her will fade
But even then
I’ll always remember that I loved her.