that girl in the corner
scribbling in her notebook,
drinking some beverage
with a long italian name.
you dissect her
with yr eyes
her black clothing clashes fashionably
with her pale white skin
and her abstract hair color.
you think
about what she's like.
whats in her
stereo
who's in her adress book.
you give her yr stamp of approval.
her dismal face looks like it
could have character.
you decide she's alone
because she's got deep things to think about.
she's a deep person, with deep
things running
through her mind.
all this and she's said nothing to you.
she hasnt even looked yr way.
and how you wish she would.
