That girl

We always run into each other, close to one another Wanting to know her name my mind says "don't even bother" Each time it happens, we exchange glares We hand out 1 or even 2 second stares I raise my eyebrows with my eyelids almost closed Aching red eyes, I feel a desert down my throat Walking around blowed, swerving around as I go Trying to look casual as I look for that one girl Her mystery is exciting, her mystery is inviting Her mystery is providing me confidence out my hiding Her eyeliner and eyeshadow, tell a couple things They both are telling me that's a girl I'll have trouble with But the make up alone, isn't what tells it It's the application and the way that she wears it She has a look that says "I'll break what's behind your chest I'll tear your heart from it's place and simply leave you depressed Do you like the rest but the topic I won't extend Then leave it all to the next and let her have what is left" Her body turns my head every time she walks past me Her jeans defining her lower body painting the picture exactly Altering my blood pressure, making me breath harder I tuck my lips inside my mouth and run my hand along my collar Wondering what it would be like to spread her across my sheets My lips in between her legs she feeds me and i just eat Her body and face draw the images in my head How I'll be having her sweat as I make happiness on my bed Heading towards class, laughing loud with my friends See her coming my way, staring at me again Wishing I was a psychic so that I could read her thoughts "Does she want my name as well or does she have no interest at all?" In the end it doesn't matter, time is overdue She'll just always be that girl, who's name I never knew.