Our eyes meet,

Just a glance.

Yet the butterflies

Continue to dance.


Hands touch,

Just a second

Yet my heart

Still feels beckoned.


Just a crush,

Just a crush.

Don’t make something

Out of nothing.


I was warned.

Nothing was heard.

Not a word,

Not a word.


Heart still races,

Palms still sweat

Head is full

Of sour regret.

Maybe if I said something.

Maybe if we met.

I wouldn’t be lonely,

My eyes not wet.


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