Classroom Crush

You sit across the classroom with your black tousled hair

Not a care in the world but I have many

For my days are spent wondering what yours are like

And our conversations might be brief but for me

They are an eternity of rethought careful phrases

That play like old movie records in my mind

When you look across the room your eyes pierce mine

And those seconds of lingering contact send me spiralling

Imagining what thoughts you have behind them

Because it might be candid to say mine are on you

A song of heartfelt verse and daydreams

Where I meet you again in a different lifetime

And I know with surety this is a want you will never know

Quiet pining is my way of telling you my secrets

With the hope that you might one day tell me yours.