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my first ever crush, a girl who, in many ways defines beauty, simplicity, and brilliance. this poem is supposed to express my feelings of realisation.


Submitted:Mar 20, 2013    Reads: 123    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


The skies were grey that day

The air cold that morning

I remember the bench

Where I sat, shivering.

That September, Grey day.

On my own, far away

Whist all the girls came out to play

I watched the grey clouds

In a dark grey sky drift by

And that was when you called me

And that was when everything changed

When the first crack appeared in my logic

When the first bullet of truth

Pieced my brain

But I don't regret meeting you

Nobody could ever regret meeting you

With smile so bright and eyes so blue

And visions so wide they shook logics pillars

Something that nobody understood

When you called out to the girl on the bench

Sitting alone, midst September grey

On that fateful day.





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