The way she stocks,
the way she talks,
the way she swings her ass as she walks.
Her hair falling to her shoulders,
gripping at hher neck,
the smile on her face,
gripping at my chest.
Blind to my love,
Heartless to my stares,
she accepts that our friendship is nothing more than glares.
each day another step behind.
Time has past and nothing will last,
but my love for her stands even with her demands.