A rush.
That's what I call it.
This feeling from within.
My heart beats fast,
but I know this pleasure will not last.
The beating heart will calm,
and this feeling will go fast.
Parting from the cause,
is like a stab to the chest.
They don't know they are the cause,
for I will never tell.
This creepy stalker act is not for show.
I hide the harsh rush,
with my slightly broken mask.
A crush.
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My Negativity As A Positive
PoesíaMy random poems that are either negative or positive, it's your choice.
