My Crush
Do I call it illusion
Do I call it a dream
Alone in this hallway
Rolling in my solitary confinement
How a pair of love lit my eyes
With a single gaze at her picture
My heart began to race
My throat becomes raspy
And my reticence was forgotten.
Do I call it illusion
Do I call it dreaming
As I heat a wave
And the whirlwind carrying me
To the dream of love
I'm drown inside her perfected beauty
Her eyes were so beautiful
With her sleeky hair
Her nose ring charm
With her skin so soft as the silk
Since the first day I lay my eyes
On her, butterfly flipped and flapped
When stare at her pinky lips
My hand tremors and got icy
My crush
Maybe you will rescue me
In this hallway
As my mouth juggles and says
I miss you and I love you
Night never becomes night
As I missed you so much
And my heart yearning for philandering.
Oh My crush.
Copyright © Oladimeji Ola Yinka | Year Posted 2018
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