I looked away with flooded emotion
Realizing I couldn't help myself,
I looked back but he was gone.
Too fatigued to do something,
I stood rooted to the spot.
It seemed ages when I recovered,
And when I did, I flushed really hot.
Why do I feel this way about him?
Everywhere I go, everything I see
He's confusingly there in my mind
Oh, God, how could this be?
6/4-5/98
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