Crush Poems
Dreaming Of A Pretty Girl
by Frangipani Rhett
You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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J
by Snakes And ladders
I had a little crush
On a guy I thought was perfect
Never thought I’d make a first move
But then it just so happened
That I did
We met up when I saw him
We laughed we talked we got home
He kissed me softly
He held me in his arms
Next week he started texting
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smile at me
by Amelia Pond
look at me and smile
show me that you see
show me that I'm more to you,
than just another nobody
a silly day in a cafe
by aditya vats
I bury my sickening worries,
like a solitary slave
(why do I still hope he..)
sighing him as his gaze calmy
paces away from my face
(h-ho-how I…I hope he di-didn’t
h-ha-have to seem me ble-bleed)
......
Voyeur Dream
by Ben Scott
I woke up restless after a night filled with two dreams.
One filled with peace and nature. The other one explicit.
As if I scripted them. They were that good.
One made me calm and happy. One made my blood boil.
I'm losing the first one. The canvas fades so quickly.
The other one I still see very clearly...
A voyeur dream it was. I watched you from not too far.
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Dreaming Of A Pretty Girl
by Frangipani Rhett
You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
......
That Man
by Nad SZA
In the short time that I have known him
Though only through a screen
There's something about him
That makes my heart keen
His smile is like a beacon
Shining brighter than the stars
In the darkest of nights
It erases all my scars
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Maybe
by Nehal Mistry
What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
......
a silly day in a cafe
by aditya vats
I bury my sickening worries,
like a solitary slave
(why do I still hope he..)
sighing him as his gaze calmy
paces away from my face
(h-ho-how I…I hope he di-didn’t
h-ha-have to seem me ble-bleed)
......
I Miss...
by Nehal Mistry
Those brown eyes shine better than pools of honey in the sun,
That brown hair flows better than grass flowing on a windy day,
That voice which seems to be even deeper than the ocean,
That laughter that's music to my ears,
No longer feel the same.
I miss the twinkle in your eyes
I miss the happiness in your voice
I miss that smile on your face
I miss sitting next to you
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