I'm not sure if this is just,
for this is far too cruel.
My feelings are far stronger than lust,
and I fight them each day at school.
I can't deny my love,
but I can hide it most times.
My heart feels your tug,
don't you see the signs?
I'm dying alone,
more each time you pass.
In your arms was my home,
but now my heart might as well be glass.