infatuated teen poems :D

i feel like writing poetry!
its nowt very complicated though im afraid :D

please tell me it means nothing, just tell me it's a phase,

cos when I think about you, my head is just a daze.

I've started getting headrush, have to leave the class,

that's the effect you have on me when I think of your...arms.

I imagine us together, nothing rude I swear,

just moments when you look at me and compliment my hair,

but tell me it means nothing, even if it might-

these times always provide fantastic material to write.

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