I sit in the back of the class
Glancing at you in the corner of my eye
Watching you write, read, and listen
Memorizing the way you lean back in a chair
And how you always pack up with thirty seconds left
My English teacher once said
"Looking has power,
because when you're looking at someone
you have the upper hand because
you know what they're doing."
I suppose I have a lot of power over you
Because I constantly want to look at your beauty
And see how you smile
And listen as you laugh
Maybe one day, I'll get the courage to talk to you too