I see butterflies when I see your face
I hear birds chirping when I hear you speak
I feel a sweet caress when our skin touches
There's a spark I can't conceal when accidentally our eyes meet.
As you pass by my side, I can't even look at you
Because I am guilty of something I believe is true
I'm no longer a teenager yet I'm acting like one
I think I've got a crush on you and gosh it makes me feel young.
Yes! This is my shameless revelation
A thank you note to give credit on what you've done
It's not intentional but you're making that mark
A positive mark that revitalizes my arrhythmic heart.
Now, my cardiac rhythm is in sync
For those doses of ecstacy completed the missing link
The last thing I realized, I'm in the state of euphoria
Melancholic episodes have finally subsided, and oh yes, happiness is no longer depleted.
Yet, this feeling is transient, so temporary
It comes yet it goes like birds that are migratory
In the end this crushing thing will crash
To my subconscious memory destined neither to be remembered nor to last
Comments about this poem (Crush by sweet mystique )
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