No one notices
The girl walking alone
No one to talk to
Talk to no one
Her eyes are exhasted - tired
But something about her you admired.
Her uncanny knack, for getting things right?
Or the charm that she holds -
Even late at night?
But you'll never know -
You'll never talk to her
nless on the moment you spur
Like when your on the ledge
And you jump off the edge.
But you might walk up to that girl
Whose all alone
Whistling a song
In rythm and tone
But that would never be
Because no one ever talks to me.

This was a poem for Valentine's Day. Yes - DEPRESSING! I hated Valentine's Day. it was a horrible day for me.