Insight

I know a real girl with funny glasses and she isn't funny at all. I know a sweet girl that talks to everyone but me and she is very shy. I know a girl that drives a car badly but she is very good. I know a girl that I'm in love with but she loves reggae music and romance and not fighting with her mom. I know a girl that dresses nice, in a purple blouse and pants but she hardly knows me, I think. I know her fights, how her mother makes her mad at every turn. I know this girl is independent and strong and sticks up for me, if I go wrong but I also know a guy that's me that constantly says the wrong thing to make her smile and she smiles anyway because it's me. I know a girl that got her heart broken and that girl came to me. I know a shoulder that wasn't there to catch that crying face. I know a heart that wonders, how tender is that face and how pretty is the sound of her whimpers when she cries for someone else. I know a heart that stubbornly keeps on wondering if it'll ever be. I know a mind that doesn't do anything but dream and dreams of yesterdays in today's realities. I know a girl that catches me staring at her but never says a word and she's so talkative sometimes.

There are some people I do not know.

I don't know who this guy is, who never runs to embrace her, who likes to wave goodbye, instead of shaking her with a grizzly hug. I do not know him well, this coward in disguise, that doesn't grip the love he feels for her with all his might and strangle it from every side, as was intended. I do not know this puzzle, this intrepid, stupido.

I only know.....

I only know.....

I only know about this girl with funny glasses and how funny her heart beats toward me.