open letter to a pretty girldear pretty girl I saw at the restaurant on saturday night:open letter to a pretty girl by littleblueraccoon
I saw you looking at me,
and then I kept noticing you
in the corner of my eye.
Whenever I looked to make sure
you were really there,
your eyes darted away,
until the one time I snagged your gaze,
and you turned sheepish with a blush
and a smile.
dear pretty girl I saw picking at french fries:
I know what you were thinking;
I felt your eyes on my bare legs,
my swinging dress,
as I made my way to the restroom.
dear pretty girl wearing the Flash T-shirt
and hiding your eyes with the frame of your glasses:
I think we would like each other.
We seem to be the same brand of nerd.
I know, however,
that I would not love you,
I would not feel affection for you,
the word "romance" would not cross my mind
when I was with you.
I would not want to touch your body,
or kiss your pink lips,
or hold your hand.
dear pretty girl eating by herself:
I wish you would have said hello.
You were afraid, I think,
that I would not return your