In the classrooms, in the hallways, by the lockers — he’s always there.
A reminder of my feelings that I push down.
I see him — my heart skips a beat once again.
I am filled with a feeling I cannot describe for this boy.
It won’t go away, no matter how hard I try.
AlI think about is him.
Never an eyesore — he always looks perfect, otherworldly.
My plight disappears when I talk to him, warmth taking its place — washing over me, numbing.
I never want to take off the rose colored glasses — they let me feel real.
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Smitten is the word that comes to mind for this poem. A writing of being taken by someone and overwhelmed or charmed. Nicely written
Ah yes exactly the word!! Thank you so much for reading and your kind words
You are most welcome
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Thanks twin 🫰🫰
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