These secret glances between you and me Rekindle something within my being. They last for a mere second or so, When you brush past me in the corridor Or as you watch me walk through the gates, leaving.
Now, we barely speak without cause Although we once did. When hours melted by incessantly, Nothing making us pause.
Sometimes I wonder if you knew, Just how mesmerised I was.. By that radiant confidence, that infectious smile Always pushing me harder, beckoning to go more than a mile.
But somehow when it came to you, My feet unwittingly gave way; Leaving me flustered without words I, myself having nothing to say. So I pick myself up, day after day, Only to have you cloud my head in the nights where I lay.
You're not good for me, I decide You confuse me, if I may. But why does an 'I miss you' bring that spark back? What is it through those secret glances were you trying to say?