TO MY CRUSH

Yes, you are my crush
You with glossy and cozy eyes
Like a gold refined from ugly tosh
Your painted smiles freezes me like a winter ice
And the melodies in your voice bang like a fest
Let me feel that your soft- pressing hands
And cast them to calm the pinnacle of my chest
For the apple in my chest still hits and pounds

Yes, you are my crush
The one I crush even in state of trance
That pretty face that always glare and never blush
Will one day, wink my heart a blink of chance
The chance to wine and dine in the table of your heart
The chance to kiss the farcy farce on your fancy lips
The chance to plug and hug you in dark and light
The chance to expose the nudeness of my mind
The chance to inhabit your love that creeps
And the chance to steal your heart so kind.

O'SHEGE

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