Sitting Staring Revised

ask and you shall recieve... so here we go again every curve on your body the little hairs on your face makes my insides tingle with every passing of your grace the sound of your voice fills the sky above like an angel inside me singing songs of love I sit up here and wonder will she ever notice me for I’m just a boy sitting in a tree every single day you pass at four right beneath my feet unknowing of my presence and if we'll ever meet often times I lay a hint that maybe you can hear softly singing heartfelt songs directed towards your ears one day is very different it’s very clear in my mind a day I will remember it was truly one of a kind you smiled and slowed down tilting your head to the sky when you’re just about to see me your boyfriend walks up and so I cry deep inside I wonder will you ever notice me and would you even care about that boy in the tree