Honestly, I’m not really good at writing poetry,
But my feelings can’t be expressed so openly,
Tried writing a story, didn’t know how to start,
So, here I am, with the thoughts I’d like to impart.
I started liking you since the very first day,
You had a nice face; just a happy crush anyway,
And you indirectly caused this writer a sprain,
Got distracted, missed a step, didn’t feel much pain.
Class was fun enough, you made it kinda brighter,
Just for a moment, everything seemed bit lighter,
I was early, and you, either late or absent,
Any exchanges between us? Non-existent.
But, there was this one time, when we actually talked,
By that time, you were so much more than how you looked,
Just a brief conversation, nothing note-worthy,
But enough to make me feel giddy- so happy.
We’ve reached the final stanza, me saying goodbye,
A poem is too short, but I just had to try,
I’m happy to have crossed paths with you, an artist,
Did my feelings reach you? I hope, at least the gist.
(Note: Well, this is quite different from my usual post nowadays, and that’s actually good since my usual posts are a bunch of rants haha. Originally, I had planned to post this on Wattpad, but I changed my mind later on because of reasons. So, as you might have guessed, this is a poem I wrote about one of my happy crushes this semester, someone who I probably won’t ever see again.)