He sits far off in the corner,
Trapped inside his book,
Never dares to say a word,
Nor does he even look.
But I find it adorable,
The way he uses his time,
Doesn't waste a second,
He's just in his book, trapped in mind.
I don't think he has friends,
But I'd like to be his first,
So I walk to where he's sitting,
And compliment his shirt.
He looks up at me a smile tugging on his face,
His green eyes grow wider,
As I see them dilate.
I ask if I can join him,
He politely says yes,
When I take the seat besides him,
He compliments my dress.
This boy is still far off in the corner,
But this time he's not alone,
Every time I see him there,
His smile is always shown.
