A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Harry/Ginny, #090 – tremble
A Larger Poetry Collection
152. Young Crush
She'd been so scared when she saw him next
because she was so transparent, she knew
he could see it on her face, how deeply she'd been endowed
to him.
It was too early to fall in love though, and she knew it
but it couldn't be helped; she'd done it
and there was no going back for her –
she'd crossed the line, and now she had to stay
Even if her knees knocked together when she saw him,
and her tongue dried; her throat parched
she'd fallen in love and she just had to say something
But she couldn't; she was too young,
too scared.