To That Girl

To that girl, I say,

a mystery,

you were a secret

when I met you

I was mute,

blundering,

tongueless,

awestruck

and fumbling

You were aloof,

untouchable,

a thought

inside my head.

Your pretty face,

those hazel eyes

I let you go,

you walked away.

You wondered why?

he’s such a fool,

was it something I said?

we never spoke

was it my hair,

my bum in this dress?

I like him if I had the chance

to change his style, his hair’s a mess.

I wished you could

believe in us,

that we could

be together,

but I lost you

when I met you

as we both chased a sprite

instead of looking for what’s right.