𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

This Can't Be Love

Sure, he's pretty from afar,

but when he speaks, my world shatters apart.

He's annoying, he's rude, he's mean,

but he's also so pretty.

Sometimes I think:

"Why doesn't he just call me baby?"

We could link our hands together,

and be each other's forever.

When he's calm and focused,

it feels like we're closest.

The sunlight shines through the window,

and he feels my gaze linger.

I'm into him and there's nothing I can do.

In my mind, I let images of him loom.

This can't be love, not at all.

Maybe just a class crush that'll pass on.