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Christine B. A CrushA simple look, An innocent smile, A fulfillment of joy, It’s like an unwritten book, The laws of a crush. Time moves slower, My stomach turns to butterflies, My heart skips a beat, Every time that you walk by. Chills run up and down my back, When you notice me in the hall, A spark ignites within your eyes, Could it be a true romance? Late night conversations on the phone, Secret meetings when no one is home, Walking together in the rain, Not an ounce of pain or despair. The phone stops ringing, The rain turns to tears, A piece of me is gone. You took it with you when you left, And never bothered to give it back. A single tear rolling down my cheek, Your photographs so easily turned to trash, A hollow feeling of emptiness deep down inside, It’s like an unwritten book, The laws of heartbreak. |
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