Wandering Eyes

This is a poem about a girl I pass in the halls every day at least twice a day. I don't know her name, or what grade she is in, or even how her voice sounds, but her beauty shines through in the crowds of people in the halls walking to their classes. She has green hair, she's really pale, and I walk past her and I don't know what it is but she catches my eye. Her hair, her smile, her clothes, they just stand out in such a unique way and I see beauty out of that. Maybe by some freak chance she'll see this, but probably not. She never noticed me anyway, so she probably will never notice this, mainly because she doesn't know me or my Deviant Art, I'm just another face and although unique apparently not unique and beautiful enough. Ok enough of my emotional ranting, Enjoy the poem!