The Girl
She's the girl that quietly
Sits alone by the window, watching
Only speaking when spoken to
I admire the ability she has
To get lost in her own thoughts
Like the world is her puzzle to solve
And I wonder sometimes
If she ever sits quietly alone
And thinks about me
I say shes beautiful
But i could never say it
Out loud for her to hear
Instead I sit quietly
And I watch her watching
And admire from afar
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