A Crush

eyes bright as the stars

his skin clean without scars.

his smile is the sunset

his teeth the light. 


looks happy from afar.

but close up he is the sun.

voice as sweet as honey

hair like long silks.


he never was mine

I never would be his

I am glad though.

that we met.

This poem is about: 



I used to have a crush on this guy Hahaha. for like a week, since it was in south carolina. It was great.

I think he liked me too, but too shy. I honestly don't care. I only usually have a crush on someone for a freaking 2 days.

I love it. No heartaches than. *winky face*




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