Poem To My Crush Novels & Stories

I know I am not famous, But you make me feel like a superstar. Your love is making me go crazy. You are beautiful like a daisy. I know life is scary and you can't handle that. But I always got your back. I love you because you are true And I love everything that you do. You always surprise me, Which makes me smile. Let's be together for a while. I hope this relationship turns right. But for now, let's live a beautiful life." Tears started dripping down Jennifer's eyes after she heard the poem.

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

“I want to believe you, Am. I really do. As your best friend, who wants nothing but the best for you, I think you should get rid of this ten-year-old toxic crush. But honestly, there’s also a reason why you’ve had this crush for this long!” “I hate you too!” I cried loudly. Snatching more tissues off the tissue box, I buried my crying face in them and wailed hard. “Okay,” she finally softened, “then this person you hate is going to put a bandage on your split heart.” “How?” I choked in pathetic tears. “What better way to kill a heartache than poison?” “I don’t do drugs!” I wailed hard again. “I don’t mean drugs, you idiot!” “You think I’m stupid too!” My anguish burst like water from a broke

Jasper said. I stopped on the stairs to stare down at him, as he was four paces below me. "Why me?" "Because there is just something about you." "Like what?" Jasper bit his lips and looked away. "I don't know how to explain it." "Then there is nothing there," I told him. "I have a crush on you, ok." "It's just gas, drink some tea and you'll be fine." Jasper scoffed. "Enjoy the rest of the night, Jordan."

angel I always thought that How could someone, Love another so effortlessly, and How could they don't see others, How can they feel this much peace and, Comfort with each other, Until I met you And fell in love with you this much, That I don't want to see anything except you, I have gone blind in love, I just want to feel you and, I want you to feel the same for me. This poem is my creation, so please tell me how u like this poem. NOTE: Hello Cupcakes, Hope you all are liking the current track in the story. If not tell me in the comments section what changes you want in the story. Thanks for you all your lovely and patient support of my book.

I smiled, cutting his rambling off. His eyes lightened up at my response, and he smiled. "That's great. I'll pick you up at six," he said. "Sure, I'll meet you there," I said, grinning. “I have to go now,” he says, pointing back at the school. “So bye, for now,” he added and walked towards the school. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. My crush just asked me out! Am I dreaming? I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.

Eve muttered, her face reddening as Dave wrote that it was the first time he had met a girl as beautiful and terrific as Eve, whose attitude was so brave against the company's CEO where she was interning. Opening the second page, Dave still wrote about several other compliments about Eve, which made the girl's lips smile embarrassed, and her nose flared because she was happy to be praised like that. The following few pages still have much Dave wrote about Eve besides her work and Gery. Then, on yesterday's page, Eve read only a line with a capital, bold, and italic font: Will you be my sunshine, Eve?

Learning I had a feeling for the opposite sex light up my world as it made me feel less depressed about that weird feeling. Rachael, my best friend, and crush said to me" Someone you regularly talk to, who happens to be the opposite sex, you will surely have a crush on that person" That left me wondering 'Does she even have any feelings for me? I exhale deeply trying not to remember the night I made that awful discovery about myself. Cleaning the pricks of tears down my face, I picked up my pen to write a poem that came to my mind. I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU

You are the prayer that explains the secrets of my heart, A song that even the wind hums softly. Soft as flowers, strong as fire, There’s an unspoken truth hidden inside you. The more I look at you, the more I lose myself, As if you’re the answer to prayers I never knew I asked. Even the raindrops paused upon your skin, As if fate’s own words bent in your presence. You’re like a book that’s never been written, You’re a dream that no one has yet dared to live. --- I had never thought I’d find myself staring like this — unable to think, unable to speak. Her face… it wasn’t just beautiful. It was real, raw, and untouched by pretense. There was something about her stillness that unsettled me.

I said, taking in a trembling breath. I had never felt that vulnerable before. “Why?” He whispered against my neck. My ears burnt with all the blood pounding with insanity in my body. Gulping hard, I stuttered, “because my answer wouldn’t make a difference.” He made me face him, pinning me against the door. “Who… was the poem for?” I shut my eyes, “no one! It was just a stupid poem. I didn’t write it for you. Not that it’d ever matter to you—”