Tossing Crush To the Sharks

This is just a rouged crush it will quickly pass. Like a waterspout passing over the fisherman. At times lonely can erect a shimmering mirage. Turn rock hard common sense into a flaccid collage. Never mistake it for love- it's just a flash of pyrite. Amidst the howl in a harsh - starless night. Infatuation is nothing more than a cay of fantasy. Stay to long and the bones will garnish the beach. When you're not seeking love, it'll silently kiss the heart. You'll forget about all the crush and toss it to the sharks.