It's only a crush. I keep telling myself there's nothing there, but I can't deny my feelings and pray to God or any higher being that I can stop and reconsider. But it's you. I've got nothing to lose or gain except my uncontrollable warmth that I can use to set myself on fire and quell my embers of sadness.
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Lovers Anthology: Poetry & Prose
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
