To Create. To Live

It Used To Be

I once had a crush

A harmless little thing

A boy far away

He made my heart sing

But it was just that

A small piece of heart

Then he saw me

It was a bad start

I had moved on

I had moved away

Then he called out

Begged me to stay

I don't see him

He didn't see me

It's not spite

It's how it used to be