every time i close my eyes i think of him,
i think of his ocean blue eyes,
and his wavy golden locks,
the way he smiles everytime we speak,
the way that his lips move when he talks,
i'd like to think that he feels the same way that i feel about him,
but i know he doesn't,
he doesn't see that i care,
he doesn't see that i notice the little things he does,
he doesn't see that someone like me could be anything near as to what he wants.
