She can't see the way you look at her, and the way your smile because bigger and brighter whenever she's around. She can't see the way your emerald eyes sparkle when you laugh.
You can't see the way I look at you and the way my smile becomes bigger and brighter whenever you're around. You can't see the way my brighter than turquoise eyes light up whenever you waltz into my presence.
Can't you see the fact that she doesn't even know you? Does she know that your feelings get trampled by your father? She doesn't even know how much you love to write. Does she even know that you have worries about yourself?
You look through me like I'm transparent. I don't even exist in your world until you just want to talk. If you really knew me, you'd know that I have the same problem you do. You love someone who doesn't even love you back, or honestly cares.
There's a light inside for you that is just waiting to shine. She's never going to see that light, no matter how hard you try. She can't look inside your soul and interpret what is going on. Until I do. I know that you have millions of talents and abilities just waiting to shine through. You were born under a lucky star. And she doesn't even know.
All I can think about is you. I have imagines of you and me dancing around in my head. I make up a whole love story of about you and me. I can't seem to concentrate in class knowing you're sitting a few feet in front of me. I watch every movement you make. Your emerald eyes sparkle as you look up then back down at your paper, writing. Your sandy, dark blonde hair frames your face. Your soft hands perfect every movement you take with a pencil beautifully crafted in your hands. Your smile makes me want to smile too.
I just want to pop your eyes open and make you realize. I just want to open up and explode all my feelings for you to you. I want to let you know everything. She doesn't know you, or even care about you unlike I do. I want you to know that I'm there and I love you. I love you more than she does. She doesn't care about you, like I do. She doesn't light up when you walk in the room; but I do. She doesn't smile when she thinks about you; but I do. She doesn't love you; but I do.
You just stare right through me. It's a stab to my heart and makes me want to push out all my feelings right then and there. I'm a plain white sheet in front of you, except you can't see it. It's as if you are blind when anything is right in front of you.
She can't see the way you love her, just like the way you can't see the way I love you.
