The Thing With Crushes Poem by Casper Fields

The Thing With Crushes

Rating: 4.5


every now and then, when life's mundanity
settled itself upon my soul,
your face, always your face,
would flash once, twice and then disappear
like a butterfly that landed
and flew
before I could gaze upon her wings.
In that split second,
I held you in my arms
as something
tore
inside.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Chaim Wax 01 March 2006

love forever fless and yet sustains life and the joy of live a wonderful poem

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