My First Crush

For my first crush my soul is still yearning,
and my grade school passions are still burning
for what might have been:
Is this a sin?

Though I can't recall his face,
I can still remember his name:
Did he have freckles and red hear?
Was his eyes blue or green?
Why can't I stop obsessing
over what might have been?

Poet's Note: ▼

Line Count: 10
Form: Free form with some end rhyme
Prompt: for my first crush my soul is still yearning.
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