He doesn't know how my heartbeat quickens at his sight,
He doesn't know that my heart skips a beat at his voice,
He doesn't notice how I look at him,
He doesn't know that nowadays all I talk is about him,
He doesn't know that maybe I like him,
He doesn't know how beautiful I find his smile to be,
He doesn't know that,
Even his presence is enough to make me flustered,
That him being near me makes me clumsier,
My voice gets stuck as I talk to him,
My brain feels fuzzy at his name,
Will he ever know?
I don't think so,
But that's the beauty, to admire him from afar,
Someday I might get over him,
Until then he will keep racing my heart.
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Quickies
PoetryQuickies when you don't have time to read but can't control the urge to read. The chapters would take only a few seconds to read. This book is a collection of extracts. Or short poems. All the edited version would be on my instagram. Id - escapades_...
