Expect nothing; she (already) is everything
We pass them by daily
Spectacles, messy hair, an uncertain smile
Tall, short, average of height
They blur into the background, invisible
She is not the one with the coy smile
The one dressed in a crop top or a tight shirt
Short pants for you to leer at
Yoga pants to oogle
This girl is sensible
She does not show what she has to the world
Call it double standards, call it pragmatism
A girl that has her priorities in check
Seeking for a lfie beyond that of the office
Fighting for her future instead of wasting it;
Ignoring feminism, rightly so
A concept so far warped it could be called equality
She walks quietly, softly
Unnoticed to all but myself
Watching her quietly, eyes soft
Unguarded as much as she is
Fully aware that her walls are quick to shut tight once more
View her expression; see it tighten
Sour as yet another guy brushes past, too close for comfort
I cannot do anything
It is not my responsibility
And yet the urge to reach out, to help persists
I fight it till she leaves
Praying for her future
Praying for her soul
May time treat her well
May her choices keep her whole
These are these girls' stories
The ones most jocks ignore
When they rise, rise far above you
Remember they've evened the score
Give me time and effort
Perhaps I will match, meet with one
If she gives me the time of day, then
My work is pretty much done
A future walked together, she and I
A future so bright, so light I could fly
Yet time moves cruelly on
My heart grows hesitant so
Things that used to allow people to bond
Topics that I would rather throw
I want to face my demons
Want to face it all
I want to do this not alone
Then I will not fear a fall
Trust not in myself but her
My future tied to a person, not an idea
Dangerous as it might seem
Much better than onomatopeia
Wistful thoughts, quiet observation, roaming eye
Times when my thoughts come on by
These are the girls I see
These are the gems I know
These are the ones I'd love to date
These are the ones I let go