I met her in highschool. I stepped on the back of her shoe and complimented her makeup and dear, oh my lord was she so beautiful. I don't believe in God but I think I just found him.
YOU ARE READING
A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.
high school
I met her in highschool. I stepped on the back of her shoe and complimented her makeup and dear, oh my lord was she so beautiful. I don't believe in God but I think I just found him.
