I see the way you look at me,
Thinking I don't know it.
A subtle glance with something deep;
You're not allowed to show it.
I look up from the textbook,
And stare into your eyes
To see you staring back at me:
By now, it's no surprise.

Where did three years go?
When we first met?
You were oh-so-professional,
But I was willing to bet
You were so much more
Than you put across.
The class couldn't see it:
I say it's their loss.

A taboo such as this must for sure remain secret,
For what horror if someone should find
A teacher whose feelings towards their pupil
Are much more than friendly and kind.

I shivered when your hand touched mine,
Feeling warmth tingle for the first time.
You looked at me oddly, but felt it too,
For it was an obvious sign
That there was potential for so much more,
In dreams, aching, minds so sore.
They say that ignorance is bliss,
But I find it a chore.

So tell yourself that, yes, it's normal,
Casual flirting after classes.
Maybe you've succeeded in fooling yourself,
But the truth is clear to the masses.
Remember when 'this' started?
When I was just thirteen?
I don't believe I've changed a lot,
But all my friends have seen
Longing looks lost sent through the tense space,
Oh so invisible but definitely there.
Dividing us with that cruel irony;
It's hard to pretend not to care.

So I'll watch the way you look at me;
I'll even force a smile.
Though I know that inside, we're torn apart,
Doomed that way for a while.
Our hands might brush,
Our hearts might race,
Our lips might touch
And set a pace
(In dreams) we'll smile and look away,
Reliving that in our minds.
But until that time that I finish this school,
Our feelings are trapped inside.