A teenage girl's first crush is . . . well, crushing.
Her body isn't hers, nor is her mind.
She finds herself shivering, shaking, blushing,
Weak, tormented, sick, and going blind.
And why? Because some guy might look her way,
Then cast his eyes as quickly to the ground;
Some special one, for reasons she can't say,
Whose voice makes her feel faint when he's around.
But now my crush on toi has been returned,
And so the two of us stand on some brink:
It can't be l’amour so young, and yet we've learned
l’amour does its will, no matter what we think.
Slowly, slowly now--we mustn't rush:
Let's enjoy this first sweet teenage crush.



*I didn't write this, I found it on the web*

Your eyes are my castle,
Your eyes are my sea,
Your eyes will always,
Be seen par me,
toi will always walk away,
And never turn a head,
I will stay here standing,
Wondering why i feel dead,
Everyone says "It's just a little crush",
But why would they call it that?,
When it means so much,
It's that l’amour at first sight,
That smell in the air,
That someone is coming,
Who is quite rare,
He crushed my dreams,
He shattered my soul,
My cœur, coeur is now missing
Now there's just a hole
Now i am just wondering
Why i feel like dirt
Though, they wouldn't call it a crush
If it never once hurt.





*I didn't write this,I just found it on the web and thought it deserved to be shared*