His eyes so brown and beautiful,

secret little glances as we passed,

our relationship meet and ended

in the halls with eye contact

whenever we saw each other.

 

Hope was the feeling 

that someone finally wanted me.

That he'd come up and say something,

but no he never did.

 

He had torn down my walls,

leaving me vulnerable and bleeding.

A feeling I had never known,

lead back to hope.

 

Summer came and school ended.

I saw you once,

before school started again,

and I had hoped that

you'd say something when school began.

 

But it started and you did not show,

I looked and wondered,

but you never showed,

and I must admit I miss you.

 

Miss our secret glances,

your brown eyes,

but maybe I dreamt it all.