Poem: Secret Crush

You are an adoration,
Brightly; vividly,
A constant liveliness.

I am, still am, not knowing if I would stop,
Has guiltily enthralled, bit of spellbound,
With your pure soul but a mess of mischief,
With your glorious smile yet a wall up roguery,

You're not playing by the rules,
Oh so ever a blatant fool,
Am I ever will cease this drool.


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p/s: my poems were all about crush and stuff. i am a boring kind of person.