I look at you and smile.
Oh how it makes me happy for miles.
I space out in the class.
You tapped my hand.
I hide these feelings and hope to blend.
But these emotional scars I cannot mend.
I take another look at you and frown.
You seem so down.
I wanted to be your clown
I disregard my happiness.
As your happiness is mine.
I just hope I didn't cross the line.
I knew you are perfect.
That is the thought in my mind.
But I never said you were mine.