when i'm sitting there,
(a/n barbecue sauce on my...)
and i'm good without holding hands,
but you actually like me,
and ever so slightly ,
you move over towards me,
and i notice,
there's this feeling in my chest,
that lifts up every time i look over.
and there's nothing i've ever wanted to do as much as
fly.
YOU ARE READING
only fools
Poetryi am not afraid of dying, i am afraid of finding out i have not lived.
