Originally posted on 'Musings Of A Weirdo'. Check it out on the blog, in the external link.
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Ever felt fireworks exploding
all over your stomach?
That damned flush spreading
all across your face?
It seems to claim you,
there is none to spare
Leaving nothing but a bumbling
stuttering fool in its wake
But this couldn't be more
farther than the truth.
I have never felt fireworks
or butterflies in my stomach.
It isn't a damn virus
that seems take hold of you
No these are dramatizations of
something so simple, so genuine
What it really feels like
is something you can't describe.
You can only feel its warmth
as it settles in your heart
It is fresh, it is new
and oh so exhilarating
Yet it is something that catches on,
refusing to leave your thoughts
It sticks to you like a leech
It invades your mind at odd times
You keep replaying those insignificant
yet oh so significant moments
It sounds rather irritating and
just a bit too much doesn't it?
Oh trust me, it is...but I've come
to realize that maybe, it isn't so bad
Yes I find myself thinking about
his eyes, his glasses, his smile
way more often than I should.
His sarcastic quips make me
smile like a retard and his adorable
rambles seem to make my day.
But what if it was bound to
happen at some point or other?
My feelings aren't something
I'd like to harbor on my sleeve.
But denial can only go so far
before it is so blatantly obvious.
I can't help these emotions
no matter how hard I try.
Yes, it's new and kinda scary, but
I wouldn't change it for the world
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If anyone's wondering (I'm pretty sure no one's curious about my love-lack of-love life), the guy I wrote this poem for is my friend now.
And I finally told him my feelings a year after a writing this...after I'd pretty much gotten over my crush. Turns out, he never liked me that way. So yeah, I got friendzoned XD. But we're fine and we still talk...in fact, I think it made things less awkward between us.
But yeah, this is anti climatic lmao.
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