Your figure was perfect to me,
Imagination floated but my hands froze.
A beam from your face fell on mine each time we shot glances-
It made my virgin soul happy, but this time I'm rolling in my deep pains.
My soul has been bleeding,
It has never experienced such pains_
Even the clouds are mourning for my heart.
Your lips wore it's shield and quivered out the hurtful words "we're just friends"
Dear crush I thought you could gimme something more
because I ached, yearned for more and looked forward to a potrait of love.
© *Agbo chidera Augustine*