I made this poem when I was (and still is) crushing hard on a boy in my class..
My cheecks turn red,
The desk underneath me
Seems to be the most interesting thing.
Ever.
My paper is filled with hearts
when it should be information
The thoughts in my head race.
Thoughts of you
I curse myself for liking you this much
Yet you don't even know
You might think I'm mad
but I'm trying to stop my mouth
from screaming out the things inside
People call this a crush, right?
There's so many things
that make me scared
But the most frightining one
is losing you
And before I go to bed every night,
I think about you
Then I cry
Because this crush won't
Become anything more than
A Crush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem