K I N D E R G A R T E N:
I haven't met her yet. Though I see her around, I don't particularly know her name.
She plays with my friend Lottie.
I'm not jealous. I don't know her.
I keep to myself; though I do wish we were friends.
YOU ARE READING
Her.
Poetry(COMPLETED) Just the time span of feelings as they develop and turn into something more than just "like". Maybe it's love.
