Notes to a girl I don’t know

I saw you

Watched you sit down

And wipe

The cold out of

Your eyes.

Watched you adjust your hair

and saw

something.

A beauty which can not

be described

by words.

Maybe it was

your lack of sleep

or maybe

your body

which you let tumble

or maybe because

I have yet

to see you

smile

I waited for you

to sit in the back

close enough to approach

close enough,

yet you sat

                                Away

Maybe because I don’t know

you

I lust for you

Or maybe I lust for the

unknown.

 

The ranting of a

young boy,

sitting alone

at the back of the bus.

 

The Beginning

To speak to you and tell you

tales of surpassing beauty

would only lead to

game recognize game.

A problem which

I’m sure you’re familiar with.

Which leads me to ask:

How do you approach

the unapproachable?

Realizing that this is

a problem that models probably face,

(Which you may be after seeing your portfolio.)

I rephrase and approach again:

How can one look past

and find the person within?

For no matter how

Stunning

one looks completing

a simple task

such as

arranging bags;

A person without the capacity

(or ability)

to hold a conversation

is just a

ghost in a shell.

A person

lost in their own person

is fit only for

themselves and their parents.

I could continue on my soapbox

and describe

the perfect woman in the perfect world;

However,

I have revealed so much

while all you have done

is

release my thoughts.

I thank you for provoking me

and only hope

at the least

I have entertained you

while you wait for your man.