walking past

watching a pretty girl walk past, is like losing a piece of beautiful memory..
it is like having a piece of your heart plucked out.. crushed, and thrown away forever..
from far you notice her, her beauty mesmerizing as you longingly stare..
when she gets closer, you discreetly lower your head and gaze into the ground..
and just before the moment she walks past you, you gracefully look up and smile
you look at her thin slender waist.. tracing it up you admire her perfect breasts..
after making eye contact, the creature from heaven slowly walks on..
leaving you with, a faint and flickering image of her lovely face..
you stare out at the furthest point ahead, fantasizing her turning around and calling your name..
but as you continue walking for a few more steps, the face you captured starts to get blur..
and when you finally took the courage to look back, you can't spot her..
she is gone by then.. gone forever with a little piece of your heart..