She has a pretty face
But she never smiles
I’ve never seen her smile
She has an exotic look
Her skin is creamy white
And she has beautiful almond eyes
And full, sensual lips
She sits at the far end of the row
Tucked up against the wall
Hair pulled up tight on her head
Streaks of blonde in brown
I saw her earlier in the day
Walking in the Commons
Her hair was down, and it was beautiful
I wish she would wear it that way more often
She always looks tired
Her eyes seem baggy and worn
Does she just have a busy schedule
Or is it a secret life?
She sits there at her table
Only speaking when she must
Staring at her computer screen
Typing and writing, doing her work
But she never
Ever
Smiles
