Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
He grasps her hands, lowers his eyes to meet hers
The world stops as I watch them kiss
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
Every time I see him, I fell butterflies of longing
He's the one I want- my match, challenge, equal
But I'm not that girl
But he chose her; pretty, submissive
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
I have to come back to Earth, keep myself grounded
He'd never want me, a mudblood
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
Forget the looks, the almost kisses
He's The One
But I'm not that girl
But I'm not his
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what might have been
I long from my dreams
If his parent weren't who they are, or mine the same
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
But when I see them, it hurts too much
I have to remember he's not mine to touch
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
A sweet smile, no studious frown; arms gently looping
All for him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
No untamable mane
Only perfect pureblood love
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Those above know
I'm not her, but worth much more
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
Don't hope for his love
I'll only hurt when it never comes
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
Pureblood aristocrat I'm not
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
But there's one who is
Simply perfect for him
I'm not that girl.