There's this guy I admire from afar
He stands there with his friends
making the odd comment or laughing
His smile: pure gorgeousness
The boy from Gryffindor
This guy he touches his hair, smooths it down
or to the side, somewhat absentmindedly
brushes his hand across his mouth
To be the one running fingers through his hair
To touch his mouth with my own lips- bliss
The boy from Gryffindor
This guy- just wow- as soon as I see him
I cannot help but stare a little
Everything about him is perfect- his eyes, his
nose, his skin, his body, his bum
The Boy from Gryffindor
This guy- if only I could talk to him
If only he would even contemplate liking me back
but no- I'm destined to be that Slytherin
that admires from afar
the boy form Gryffindor.