I remember her clearly from elementary school.
She was the definition of majestic,
Both pretty
And chill.
She's wonderful
And she's a year older.
Her attitude is inspiring
She's free,
living her best life,
has many friends
She remembers old friends too.
She knows some of my friends,
or at least acquaintances,
I'm not sure what I am to them.
But, there's one person she doesn't remember
Or chooses not to remember.
I don't know what I was to her,
Though at this point,
I'm nothing to her.
Yet I can't help but watch her.
She's graceful,
wonderful,
astonishing
I don't know much about her
She doesn't know much about me
But even so
I can't stop admiring her personality.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
