F I R S T G R A D E:
I watch her from afar. We are good friends now. We are together a lot, along with a few other kids.
We play red light green light.
She's pretty. I wish I could look like her. I wish I had her lovely blonde hair and pretty blue eyes.
I'm jealous.
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.
