My Crush
It is my last teen ;
I know I was not a beauty queen.
I heard my friend's love story,
I had seen them how they used to worry.
Moreover I thought I don't fall for anyone;
But I fell for this special one.
He used to loiter around,
His smile was heart bound;
His eyes are fire;
Winning his heart was my only fear.
He is my lush,
This made me to blush.
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