Back Row Love

There in class,
I disown my work,
To watch him study,
Not knowing that I lurk.

So much love,
So much need,
I feel lost without this stranger,
But approach him, I heed.

For I do not exist,
I do not pass his beautiful mind,
I'm just the girl sitting in the back row,
Sitting silent all the time.

Was that a smile?
A grin on his kind face?
Even though I know that he hasn't seen me,
I quickly look away in my own disgrace.

But still, here in class,
I disown my school work,
To watch him study,
And not knowing that I lurk.

He just sits there,
In his cold seat,
Looking at his book,
His eyes, I never meet.

It's such a disappointment,
To know what he knows,
That I'm just the girl,
Sitting quietly in the back row.

But still I watch him,
disowning my school work,
To watch him study,
And not know that I lurk.