Crush Poems
Dreaming Of A Pretty Girl
by Frangipani Rhett
You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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Dark
by Ben Scott
Dark hair
deep eyes.
Like a well I fell into once...
The night sky clear
not a single cloud.
The world lit
just by the moonlight .
Lightning came.
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My heart isn't made of steel
by Urmila Singh
I change the topic when your name is taken,
because I can’t help with the smile .
I see if my laugh is being mistaken
for something else but I simple decline .
Your laugh is all I need
to make me happy and fix my day .
You say a joke and I don’t laugh ,
there stands no way .
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Dark pt. 2
by Ben Scott
Dawn came.
The sky shedding its dark color.
My mind is buzzing, my body aching.
Sudden overflow of endorphins.
I was determined to come back for more.
For I was inspired to peek underneath the cover.
And Into the soul
Of my warm blooded lover.
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a silly day in a cafe
by aditya vats
I bury my sickening worries,
like a solitary slave
(why do I still hope he..)
sighing him as his gaze calmy
paces away from my face
(h-ho-how I…I hope he di-didn’t
h-ha-have to seem me ble-bleed)
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Dreaming Of A Pretty Girl
by Frangipani Rhett
You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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That Man
by Nad SZA
In the short time that I have known him
Though only through a screen
There's something about him
That makes my heart keen
His smile is like a beacon
Shining brighter than the stars
In the darkest of nights
It erases all my scars
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Maybe
by Nehal Mistry
What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
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a silly day in a cafe
by aditya vats
I bury my sickening worries,
like a solitary slave
(why do I still hope he..)
sighing him as his gaze calmy
paces away from my face
(h-ho-how I…I hope he di-didn’t
h-ha-have to seem me ble-bleed)
......
I Miss...
by Nehal Mistry
Those brown eyes shine better than pools of honey in the sun,
That brown hair flows better than grass flowing on a windy day,
That voice which seems to be even deeper than the ocean,
That laughter that's music to my ears,
No longer feel the same.
I miss the twinkle in your eyes
I miss the happiness in your voice
I miss that smile on your face
I miss sitting next to you
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