Lost Love

I saw her everyday,
walking down the halls.
My mind doing acrobatics,
like seals dancing on balls.
My heart aflutter with love at first sight,
I would take her out even if she put up a fight.
I would be the one for her, and her the one for me.
But there was one thing I couldn't see.
I couldn't see where she would peer.
I couldn't see for more than a year.
She didn't notice me at all,
for a little look further down the hall
you would see him.
(I think his name was Jim)
He was the one she wanted to date.
As though I came from a crate
and he from a store.
I couldn't have her anymore.
I lost her.
My friends concur.
I saw her for the real beauty within,
but she wanted the guy with the dimpled chin.
A guy who only saw her as another chance
to get into another girl's pants.
I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.
I followed them into the subway.
That is where he made his first move.
This was the start of things I could use to prove
that he didn't care.
He started to caress her hair.
They got into the car
and stood by the bar.
They both held on tight.
I held my will to fight.
They stared at each other the whole way.
I had to look away.
When they left the car
with the door ajar
I followed them out.
I tried not to pout.
They got to the house,
where I hid like a mouse.
They went in together.
Her feeling light as a feather.
I left. I cried.
I really, really tried.
But I couldn't do it.
Even though I could prove it.
The next day I went to my career
with the fear
she would come in sad and broken.
But this time I would not pay the token
to see if she was okay.
I wanted her to stay away.
She came in later that day
and "Good morning" is all she would say.
With a smile on her face,
with a steady and upbeat pace
she made it to her door.
I stood up and screamed "WHORE!"
I left quick on the spot
before I took that painful shot.
I wanted to show her what she did,
the same thing that I did as a kid.
This time the high lasted too long.
I knew something was wrong.
I ran down the street
when I felt numb in my feet.
I fell to the ground
with a loud sound.
I died that night,
I could not fight.
I lost her, the one I love.
And she lost me to the white dove.