Woke up this morning with a fever worse than before.
Craving for a love better than anything before.
Craving for your love, that sweet sensitive rush.
Craving for your hugs, kisses and your touch.
Feeling the blood rush,
Altough trying to not blush.
Realising that it's not a simple crush,
And there's no need to rush.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
