Running

He sits just inches from her Yet he is so far away. She doubts whether he has taken any notice of her The girl behind him with the long brown hair. His hair; short, blond, she'd give anything to run her fingers Through that hair For him to see her, To look into her eyes. The prettiest sparkling blue. More beautiful than the ocean on a hot summer day. But. He does not see her, So far away. The girl behind him With the long brown hair.