• It's the middle of class
    but I can't focus on anything.
    Not Science
    not Math
    not Social studies
    not Language arts.
    Cautiously, I look his way,
    and somehow,
    our eyes meet
    and I get lost in those
    hazel, soulful eyes.
    They capture me;
    intimidate me;
    like a butterfly
    trapped helplessly in the depths of a net.
    our gaze breaks
    and reality comes rushing back
    all over again.