Across the hall in class 9th B,
where I knew every day with utmost certainty,
with your lunch and your bottle, there you will be.
Laughing with your friends, giggling,
teasing the new couple, slightly smiling,
holding someone’s hand, shyly blushing.
I see your eyes tracking someone else’s,
don’t get me wrong, you were never mine,
but that millisecond when your eyes met mine,
and the entire day I would be blushing.
The one time your shoulder brushed mine,
each and every word responded to mine,
has been ingrained forever in my mind.
Don’t get me wrong you were never mine,
But now I know
I could never look at someone else,
the way I look at you.
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Author:
Crystal moon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2025 20:56
- Category: Love
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Comments4
For that split magic happens that may never happen again, lovely write, enjoyed the read
Thank you
You are very welcome
Infatuation is such a wonderful and at the same time dangerous feeling. It clouds judgement and causes the heart to race out of control. It is the adrenalin rush of an emotional junkie and the soothing thoughts that makes poetry. I hear it all in this poem
It is good that you hear it without the voice. Thankyou
Love it
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thoroughly enjoyed the read
thank you
most welcome
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