she is sitting with her friends
her smile is magnetic
glancing over, my eyes pause
her lips move, so poetic
she's far from a supermodel
but i think she looks better
without words, so much is said
never will i forget her

now she's looking over at me
i glance at her, she looks away
i wish she'd look again so badly
and i think of what i'd say
if she would walk over to me
she never does, but i don't care
cause i'm breathing in her beauty
with the moisture in the air

she could have been the one
maybe her eyes met mine for a purpose
she could have been the one
i barely even scratched the surface
and i'll never see her again.

maybe as i'm writing this
alone in my bedroom
she's laying on her bed
and she's thinking of me.
or maybe just as soon
just as soon as her eyes
moved away from mine
she forgot about me.