Things could be looking up.
If I'm flying with you,
I'm only a fan.
I'm admiring the most beautiful star in my opinion.
I assumed she would enjoy it.
I'm not sure if I should fly a rocket just to meet you.
YOU ARE READING
She Was My First Love
PoetryA short poetry book describing how that woman was like the stars in the sky, waiting for her admirer to write her a note.
