Finger Twist & Split
I watch her coat her perfect, full lips with that sparkly lip-gloss. Does she know about the hold she has on me? Does she know she captures my every imagination? Does she know how beautiful I think she is?
She walks as if she were dancing. She moves her hips rhythmically. They sway slowly from side to side. As if she wants people to pay attention to her. She always gets what she wants, but she doesn't need to sway hose curvy hips to get that. She's gorgeous enough as she is; no body tricks needed.
Her golden hair shines, even when it's raining. She ruffles it when she's nervous. She flips it when she's flirting. I've never witnessed that up close; just from a distance. I just want to lose my hands in those wonderful blonde locks.
My obsession was a waste of my time though. It's not like she notices me. She never notices shy guys. She notices my best friend/band mate, and he's anything but shy. She wastes her time on him, as he's in love with his girlfriend.
So, I'll just continue to be fascinated by her beauty in silence, waiting for her to notice me.
*AN: R&R is all I can be bothered to say.