The “Crush”

by Nika j about a year ago in heartbreak

Poetry

The “Crush”

The "crush"

My eyes pondered upon a humble figure,

One whom deprived of infinite impurities,

Yet this wasn't utterly a conjecture

It was merely there to fulfill the necessities

His brown eyes diminished all the sorrow from within,

Making it seem as if utterly impossible to cease

His smile, so petite, yet arousing great adrenaline,

Anything but bias, deceivingly trying to tease

Heart as luminous as the sun,

Deteriorating my imperfect flaws and flourishing the mundane

Like a bundle of sprinkled, chocolate-covered fun

He was the reason to live, saying this makes me seem utterly insane// nj @vaincries

heartbreak
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