Crush - Poem by Octavia Tisdale
There he is, is all I can say
My mind goes blank with stare, and my knees shake of weak
I wonder if he noticed my language
For the sign of love is on my face
My heart flutters, my stomache shrinks, and oh boy I can't speak!
His voice sings to my ear
So when he's near my hands quiver with cheer
This boy I tell you, is something else
His smile is bright and his touch is light
I know, cause I'm feathered in flight
But soon one day, and I say it with pride
I will tell him...that he is a crush of mines!
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