For she’s…,
My Crush,
and …..,
all I know that….
She is blind, and I am mute.
The fear, of rejection.
Stills, my tongue.
And chills, my heart.
Killing, loves flame.
So I become….
That insecure,wee boy …..again.
A lost love.
Has,
once again
Passed me by.
And
Stilled my beating heart.
Giajl © Jim Love(LL)