High school romance is just a passing phase;
A fleeting temptation that never dies,
Until the pigs start to fly through the skies.
Then she smiled and caught me in a daze,
I stared into her eyes locked into a gaze,
I couldn't bare her to see through my disguise,
That I was just like the rest of the guys.
I feel as though I'm trapped in a maze.
Our hearts torment us but our eyes doubly so,
We are never quite the same after that.
Trying to catch each other's eyes again.
Maybe I should say "Hi" or maybe "Hello",
For if Love is War then this is combat.
Is there still time for flowers and champagne?
