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love Struck
I have a crush.
Their pretty and smart,
they make me laugh,
they make me wanna run 100 miles.
I want to run to them.
Every morning,
jump into their arms
hide away.
Whilst I pretend it's only us.
Their long dark curles,
tangle me up with in them.
Hazel eyes,
like the forest so dark and rich,
oh how I could get lost in them.
Just me and them .
But it is not to be.
My love is the love so awful,
it has had books burned
breaths held
when I dare hold my lovers hand.
People stare, whisper holding on tight to the pearls that grace their necks.
They say it is for the children,
but yet I am only a child myself.
Why does my love make me sick
Why is my love a death penalty, a crime.
Why is it so wrong to look at another person
the way Adam looked at Eve
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Their pretty and smart,
they make me laugh,
they make me wanna run 100 miles.
I want to run to them.
Every morning,
jump into their arms
hide away.
Whilst I pretend it's only us.
Their long dark curles,
tangle me up with in them.
Hazel eyes,
like the forest so dark and rich,
oh how I could get lost in them.
Just me and them .
But it is not to be.
My love is the love so awful,
it has had books burned
breaths held
when I dare hold my lovers hand.
People stare, whisper holding on tight to the pearls that grace their necks.
They say it is for the children,
but yet I am only a child myself.
Why does my love make me sick
Why is my love a death penalty, a crime.
Why is it so wrong to look at another person
the way Adam looked at Eve
© All Rights Reserved
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