The teacher talks <br />as i stare into space <br />dreaming of nothing but your shimmering face. <br />The bell rings and i drift silently to class <br />scanning the faces in hopes yours will pass. <br />and yet again im left hoping for a glistening smile <br />to pass my way <br /> <br /> <br />to brighten my life <br />and better my day <br />another period passes and i go away <br />to come again tomorrow <br />in hopes that someday <br />that smile will pass <br />and stop by my side <br />to hold my hand <br />and disprove my lie <br />that we will never be <br />or have this moment<br /><br />Cameron Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school-crush-part-2/
