Sometimes I can't help but smile when you come by.
Nonchalantly moving throughout your routine riddled day.
I ponder if I exist in your world; if I'm an important part of your story...
or just another piece in your background.
Who am i to you?
Who will I be, mystery man...?
Often times I glance over, wondering if you'll ever desire to converse with me.
Sometimes I lose myself in the forbidden realm of fantasy.
I don't want to wander into misfortune.
I don't want to like you...
but with every glance over, i find it harder to look away.
There are little longing lost thoughts where i know my fear is wiser.
I'll never be able to tell you these things... and you'll never know how compelling you are to me; a stranger in your world;
Inviting you into mine.
— The End —