He sits behind me, farther behind me.
Two rows, maybe three, I never counted.
His golden colored Tenor Sax.
Blowing out sweet melodies from his breath.
I catch him looking at me.
My heart goes a flutter, eyes dart away.
In hopes he'd be mine.
It will take a long time,
To notice someone young like me.
My friends say he's not handsome,
But, I believe he's my knight in shiny armor.
His friends, my friends, says he just knows me.
And that strikes pain down in my chest.
Someone says he thinks I'm weird.
I shrug it off like I don't care,
Yet in the inside,
I do... I do...
Love from a far hurts more than ever.
Weeping does no good.
For it is all hopeless fantasies.
