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
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