Crush MAG

January 22, 2013
By Lexi Jackson BRONZE, Anoka, Minnesota
Lexi Jackson BRONZE, Anoka, Minnesota
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Everyone in the room
sees the way I look at you
but you.

Or you see my eyes glide past your face.
Holding onto every
wish,
prayer,
and the messages of fate.
That somehow you feel the same,
but you choose to ignore it

I see
your face so gentle,
but your heart a little rough.
Your shoulders made of steel,
but where emotions lay raw.
Your eyes hold a mystery,
but your mouth whispers words of truth.
My eyes cannot help but look at you
with a strong attraction
and have nervous reactions.
When I sense you might be looking at me too.


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