The crush
so fast. Feet
could not dance
fast enough, not given a chance
to compete.
O' how he really is a treat!
One smile
from him makes it worth while,
the constant pain
that has become a stain
on the heart.
If the truth will start,
then shown
is he is not hers. Blown
over hard toward this admittance.
O' how she wants the existance-
AS HIS.
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