Crush

Crush

The object of my affection

Clear to everyone around

Heads turn in our direction

Lest they miss a word

Gossip naturally bleeds from one to another

And yet if you are the prize

I’d take it all over and over

Each glance and whispered voice

For something to come to life

Something must die

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