I see you everyday,
And my thoughts stay the same,
‘This is the boy I have been writing about,
This is the boy i have dreamt about’
We don’t talk,
We don’t need to.
The way you look at me,
And I at you
It says it all
But darling,
Why must you look away when I stare at you in awe?
I’m hypnotized by the way you demand presence when you enter a room,
Yet when you open your mouth to speak,
No one hears but those close to you.
I love the way your hair falls into place when you release it from the hair tie keeping it held back.
I think I’m in love with you, but I will never tell you.