Poems from my hart

Crush

Feelings are like a river the flow, if you build a dam it will eventrully ware and break, that's how feelings are for my robber, the rubber if my hart.. I know that sounds cheesy but its true she came through the dark stealing it with no sounds made, the only sound herd was he soft lips agesnt mine, he golden hart making a small beat that rings through my ears like the most beautiful drum in the world, my hart pounds and my hands tremble a unfathomable earthquake of butterflys swarming in my belly that seems to be the best feeling ever yet theres so much nervouswness.

And slowly it stops relizeing there is no hope for her to cure my lonelyness and hope for love.

I stop and look at the pretty short hair and gorges brown eyes and soft lips relizeing im content looking and never touching, being close to her makes me smile, and as long as she smiles i will follow her shadow and watch he life and the person she becomes

But she will always be the robber of my hart, the stolen, broken hart will glow and shine in her possession

It will he happy to be in he hands intel the day it stops beating.

She has held my hart captive for many years and never did it faulter to beat for her

Maybe that's love despreat untainted love. Love that seeks the one that makes it beat fastest and makes it flutter

But how would I know im just a simple girl with  a crush.

-xoxbluejay