I have a confession to make.
I'm in love.
I don't car if it's wrong or it turns out to be a mistake.
I'm in love with the girl in the window.
I've spent so much time seeing her in front of,
even if she'll never know.
I love her.
I want to hold those small hands,
make them mine, hold them till the end of time.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl In The Window.
PoetryThere's a girl I fell in love with, and my thoughts were over ran with her presences. Dedicated to lillsparrow22
