Head on desk stealing
Secret glance of him.
No one knows
How she was crazy to secretly look
At him when no one notices
One day her bestie asked
Whom does she likes
She confessed indirectly
In front of him
That there is someone
She had a crush on
It would be better
That he doesn't know
Because he is around us now
It would be awkward,
A result she assumed
That he won't like her back.
The fluttered heart of her
Forget her boundaries
Going ravage with her emotions
Crossing all limits.
She started confessing
Her emotions are not futile.
It's true
That it exists.
~chromatic_cure
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