"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."
— H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
A Crush
There’s a boy who sits behind my chair,
I steal a glance, but I don’t dare
To say a word, just lean back slow,
And let his voice be all I know.
His laugh, his words—they fill the air,
And I pretend I don’t just care.
But every time I hear his sound,
My heart does flips, it’s all unbound.
My friends have caught my stolen glances,
They tease me now with knowing chances.
“Just talk to him!” they laugh and say,
But I can’t seem to look his way.
I lean back further, just to hear,
His voice is all I need so near.
They nudge me, wink, and giggle low—
"Your crush is showing, don’t you know?"
He has no clue, not one small sign,
That every word of his is mine.
I sit, I blush, I can’t resist,
Obsessed with moments that don’t exist.
My friends just smirk and roll their eyes,
But in my heart, there’s no disguise.
A simple crush, a secret kept,
While in his voice, my day is swept.
I know he’ll never truly see,
The way his words mean worlds to me.
But for now, I’ll stay behind my chair,
And lean back softly, breathing air.
~ the blackboard
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Buried In Heart
PoetryA poem collection that will make you feel and live the pain. Note:- it's not just a peom collection.. It's a whole story in itself
