Sizzling droplets on her face,
drowned my heart with lots of mess,
was it liking or just a clue,
that I had a lovely crush on you.
Inman provoked to change my mind,
to get back again or just rewind
situation which was just a clue,
that I had a lovely crush on you.
Sitting on a bench, thinking hours,
sweating while standing under rainy showers,
to fetch an answer, was it a clue? ?
that I had a lovely crush on you.
But now I felt and searched a lot,
to face you and claim that I am caught,
in a mess which was just a clue,
that I had a lovely crush on you.
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