He’s sitting there, with that perfect smile
..And perfect hair..
I catch him staring a few times, I won’t lie I stole a glare.
But just like every time the child’s play is gone and I’m hit with cold air.
For now, just like before it’s as if Im not even there...
I knew it was just a matter of time because nothing that perfect could ever want me and if they did well that is rare.
Or maybe I have a flair for the dramatic and he still stares.
No one will ever know the end for the pair.