she was a loving girl,
and he was an unloved boy.
she looked at him,
but he didn't notice her.
he whispered,
and she listened.
he lied,
and she believed.
he called,
and she answered.
he smiled,
and she laughed.
he danced,
and she sang.
but not to him,
and not for him.
was it not obvious?
she loved him,
with all her heart,
but he never noticed her.
she was invisible to him,
a ghost.
thats all she was,
and thats all she will ever be,
to that one loved,
but unloved boy,
that she calls,
the love of her life.
