I dunno, just something from about 3-4 years ago, that I dredged up again in a dream.
It's that funny little feeling that you get,
The yearning at the back of your chest,
The pulls you onwards,
Tells you to do your best.
But there she stands,
Once again indifferent,
Your best efforts ignored,
Which in your head had seemed magnificent.
While you want her, need her,
She doesn't even know you,
You're another face in the crowd,
Anonymous and uncool.
Her gathering crowd of admirers,
Laugh at your presence,
You walk on by,
Another humorous offense.