I feel the sharp gaze // from across the room,
Breaking my quiet like a sudden boom.
Silver-tipped shoes, // shiny and bright,
Catch my eyes with their gleaming light.
My feet shift while sweat rolls down,
Silver-tipped shoes make me frown.
Hair sticks to face, // shoulders slump low,
Silver-tipped shoes put on a show.

Like disco balls that spin and shine,
Silver reflections, // yours and mine.
My fingers fidget, tap, // and scratch,
Eyes fixed on your face, // thinking, yearning,
Silver-tipped shoes, // impossible to ignore,
Did they hear the teacher's call?
Whuuu , Who knows.

They don't look back, // they never do,
The silver-tipped shoes so shiny and new.
Words repeat like a broken toy,
Silver-tipped shoes bring little joy.
I try to read, I try to learn,
But to your silver color, // my eyes return.

I repeat their name mechanically,
Scratching, shifting, // forward, back,
left, right, oh, silver-tipped shoes.
With their dazzling silver,
I cannot help —-
Cannot wait to see your true color.