this is so not the right time

a new feeling stirs, unexpected and loud,  

like a sudden storm in the middle of a drought.  

the timing is off, the world feels heavy,  

and yet, there it is—bright, confusing, and unwelcome.  

you catch yourself staring, heart skipping,  

but the calendar reminds you—now is not the moment.  

there’s a weight to this crush, a quiet tension,  

because sometimes the heart wants what the mind knows it can’t have.  

so you hold it close, a secret wrapped in hesitation,  

waiting for the right time to let it breathe,  

even if that time feels far away,  

and the feeling lingers, restless and unresolved.