Never Will They Be Voiced

July 29, 2012
My eyes have been hungry for the sight of you
Your deep caramel skin
And those calm coffee eyes
That stare at me in class
While you should be working

Your hands are always writing my name
In the margins of your papers
Absentmindedly sketching hearts
As the teacher drones on
About a subject you have already learned

My heart will always fill with joy
When you walk into the room
My face grows red, and hands start to sweat
All because of your sweet face
That has always captured my attention

Your legs seem to always be weak
As you try to approach me
They seem to always be doing a dance
Trying to make up their mind
About whether to voice your feelings

Our feelings for each other are mutual,
But still, they will never be voiced.

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