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Crush

October 6, 2014
By YoSprite PLATINUM, Toledo, Ohio
YoSprite PLATINUM, Toledo, Ohio
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I can't breathe, you sitting by me.
Can't help but revere your formidable perfection.
(Or are you my god merely because I chose you to be?)

The teacher's tedious words were frivolous to me,
Until I was enticed by your diligence and circumspection.
I can't breathe, you sitting by me.

Your silhouette in the sun, an epitome of athletes.
Hitting the tennis, shooting the basket, winning my affection.
(Or are you my god merely because I chose you to be?)

You showed me pedantry can't represent bel esprit.
You made me want to emulate your perfection.
I can't breathe, you sitting by me.

But how come you aren't, any more, erudite and studious as me?
How come you can't, any more, conceal all your defections?
(Or are you my god merely because I chose you to be?)

Sorry, honey, you are not my cup of tea.
Maybe my crush was merely me the teenage girl, working up to your expectation.
I can't breathe, you sitting by me.
(Or are you my god merely because I chose you to be?)



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