wish i could tell her how i felt

so she's got brown eyes that turn the color of the sun when she smiles...
so, what do i do with this information?
She never answers my calls or my questions,
she has beautiful eyes and imperfections,
so i sit in a session of therapy
thinking of the way her smile shows her teeth.
the way she leans forward and squints when she's inquisitive,
the way i feel when she hurts, and how I'm all the sudden sensitive.
She majored in drama and she is a queen
but does not combine the two, or at least not that I've seen.
She has a beautiful wit and a cynical cheer,
she dies in her dreams
yet makes me wish i was there.
she makes me want to think of her more,
i want to stop i want to adore.
i wish she was gone i wish time was frozen,
when i see her blush, i could literally live in that moment..
yet the connection is faint... i tend to make things up,
but in a black and white life a little color is enough.
You have my attention. You are my attention.
My attention span is always soaring,
and youre where I've landed.
she wont let me alone,
she's as pleasant as lethargy
and when she's in my mind i cant take my eyes off my memory