In a room of hundreds
it is you I pick out,
it is you who stand outs from the rest.
Your jacket
Your hair,
dark
mysterious
Your face
Your smile,
innocent
young
It is you,
in this crowded room,
I want to be close to
I want to get to know you.
Hold your hand
Kiss your mouth
Be your girl
Be the girl,
in this crowded room,
you want to be close to.
Cassie Mae Writings 2010