I watch him sitting at a table
Clicking his pen away
Waiting, waiting for a girl I hope just wouldn't come
I admire him from afar as he lays back on his chair
His dark hair
His dark eyes
His big smile
His loud laugh
It draws me closer
He spits me and waves me over
I sit down smiling into his eyes
Trying to make him see I love him
We carry a conversation with lots of laughs and lots of nodding
It seems we are the only two people
Sitting in this library
He playfully shoves my arm
Not meaning anything by it
But my heart says otherwise
As the butterflies rush to my stomach
Then it all comes to an end
As the girl holds her hand out
She's here to take him away
But he doesn't seem to mind
I wish he would see me
See me as more than just a friend
