Crush
From the bottom of my heart.
Im being sincere you mean the
world to me my feeling are clear.
The way you look at me the way that
you laugh.
To lay in the grass to look at
the stars to feel the breeze you warm
in my arms.
The smell of your hair the
touch of your breath.Laying a waiting to
sneak that first kiss.
BY JOSHUA SEDERES
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