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My girl crush
Category: Writing and Poetry
I cup my heart in trembling hands, Afraid to spill its secret fire — For when you laugh, the air expands, My chest becomes a cathedral choir. Your smile is dawn across my dusk, Your voice — a river I would drink, And yet, my words taste faint, unjust, Drowned by the fear of what you’d think. Oh, if you knew the ache I bear, The hush of hope, the rush of fright, The way my gaze clings unaware To te... » Continue Reading