I’m the girl you walk past every morning

I’m the girl you walk past every morning,
You know, the one in the navy blue uniform,
Who caries a dark blue shoulder bag with paper clips on it.
You know the one with straight blond hair,
And teal coloured eyes.
You know the one who stares at you longingly
And looks like she might die if she doesn’t touch you.
You know, the one that blushes every time you look at her,
And stares at her feet as she walks past, trying to disguise her looking at you.
You know the one who stares after you once you’ve past her,
And could die of she doesn’t see you tomorrow.

I’m the girl you walk past every morning,
But it is unfair,
Wrong,
Forbidden,
And a betrayal.
The felling I get of knowing, we cant and will never be connected as one without spilling blood, shatters my heart into dust, and I must be seen as a shadow…