I saw her sitting beside the window,
staring at the outside world.
Her lips were quiet, her face was cold,
Some things just hit a chord.
Cannot forget that ride in the bus,
I was sitting behind and staring her.
All i wanted to know was who she is,
Should I walk up and ask her?
Of course, I never had the guts to do that,
How do you just walk up like that!
The ride was over and we reached,
She was quiet and her lips still sealed.
I never saw her talk that day,
Maybe she did, maybe i suffered a mental fatigue.
I was picturing myself with her and concluded this.
Boy, she is so out my league!!
What happens next I don't know,
Is this a crush? Will it pass or grow?
But I cannot forget that day, when
I saw her sitting beside the window.