downgrade

I met a girl a while back,
What I remember best about her was there were worlds in her eyes,
the kind of worlds you gave at from afar and wonder what their days are like,
Possibilities imagined, and some unimaginable,
you want to ask the photos how the trip was and what they did while they are there,
but all you can think to do is stare back and wonder.

She also knew how to dress, and that was important, but not as important.
She knew the way to make this mixture of cute and sexy that made being around her painful,
I wanted contact, just that spark of heat of being close, I didn't have time to think of sex
All I could wish to know is how amazing it must feel to have hear leaning against my side.

But that's just not me, I made comments, I let it be known,
We found out we needed things other than each other
but I still toss and turn thinking of what might have been,
It would have been glorious at first, no doubt,
and it probably would have eventually become a mess of emotions.

I would have risked it, oh well.