Crush

Crush

We could be more, wishing it be more

Hidden feelings, Hidden secrets.

Reality fading, Fantasy playing

Butterflies flying, feels like I'm levitating

Nervously, Unconsciously...

Looking your way, Magnetic in a way.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

That is so much a crush to the "t" and the sense and feel of movement bulding up brings a rush while reading this poem. Thanks for sharing. Frederick.