Unspoken Dreams

A quiet hall, echoes of dreams,

In a world where nothing’s as it seems.

He watches her glide through the crowded space,

The School Madonna, full of grace.

With flowers bloomed in his beating heart,

He dreams of a love that’ll never start.

Her laughter dances in the air so sweet,

While he sits alone, shuffling his feet.

Canvas in hand, he sketches her face,

Imagining moments, lost in her grace.

But whispers of friendship linger so near,

As she shares her secrets, unaware of his fear.

Oh, School Madonna, can’t you see?

I’m just a dreamer, longing to be.

In the shadows where love silently lay,

I’ll cheer you on, but watch you from far away.

In the cafeteria, she lights up the room,

His heart skips a beat, but it’s wrapped in gloom.

With every glance, he builds up a wall,

Afraid to let her see his heart’s silent call.

He scribbles her name on the pages of time,

A melody sweet, yet trapped in rhyme.

With friendships that blossom as he sits and he sighs,

While she chases dreams beneath the bright skies.

Oh, School Madonna, can’t you see?

I’m just a dreamer, longing to be.

In the shadows where love silently lay,

I’ll cheer you on, but watch you from far away.

Time will pass, and seasons will change,

Yet here he stands, feeling so strange.

A thousand words wrapped in silence too deep,

A love unreturned, a secret he’ll keep.

So here’s to the love that never blooms bright,

A heart left to wander in the still of the night.

To the School Madonna, may your wishes take flight,

While I carry my dreams, in the soft moonlight.