Love,
they say,
Real Love,
lasts long.
But I know
that our love
is fleeting.
For I will never tell you
I love you.
I will never say
you're the one.
It's just a crush,
I tell myself.
It's going to fade,
I say.
It's just a crush.
Our love
is the kind
that speeds
past your eyes
Our love
is the kind
that dies.
Our love
is the kind
you will never see coming
and you won't know it's going till it's gone.
Huge, painful droplets
jagged and sharp
like sleet
the rain
rushes past
each drop invisible alone
but together a
treacherous
storm.
Our love
is the kind
you don't know exists
Because I
cannot tell you
I love you.
I'm too young to love,
is my sorry excuse.
It's just a crush,
I say.
Our love
Is the kind
that feels like a
day
gone by too
fast.
It's just a crush.
A mantra I say
to keep me from falling -
It's just a crush
but your heart is calling.
Our love
is the sunset,
the passionate fire,
that burns short and sweet,
and then dies.
It's just a crush
is the reason why.
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