Poezja

Walking into class, there I saw his flawless self, 
With such simple clothing and not a worry in the world, 
He carries himself with a crouched back, he has nobody to impress.
He sleeps all class long, 
Yet he keeps up with all the classwork, 
He has no one to talk to, 
He just sits backs and relaxes.
I try to pay attention in Psychology, 
I don't want my hopes up, 
But my eyes always become uncontrolable, 
And they end up gazing at him.
He catches me most of the time, 
And I start to panic, 
I bet he thinks of me as a stalker, 
Or the weird kid in class.
I notice myself unconciously acting different, 
All the things a person can do to me, 
I can't help but to feel weak, 
We also have lunch together, 
And I stare at him too many times, 
He looks at me back, 
Such a confusing expression on his eyes, 
His beautiful and soft killing sight, 
And when he looks, 
It's almost like he knows what Im thinking, 
I feel, 
Hopeless.
I hate having feelings that will clearly not be returned, 
But, 
I don't, I can't help who I've fallen in love with.