Oh dear crush,
Why do you make me blush?
You make my voice turn into a falsetto,
And my face into a ripen tomato.
By just breathing, you take away my breath,
You, one day, are gonna be my death.
How could you not notice me even after all those creepy stares?
Do they not affect you? Not even give you nightmares?
To get your attention, everyday I try,
But at the end of day, I cry.
Because I know, you're never going to be mine,
And with that thought in my mind, everyday and night, I whine.
-r.f.
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Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
