And upon my lonely gaze she sat and spun smiles on her dazzling finger tips.
"I could be your crush." she chimes
A silly proposal of love, an emotion I dare not feel. I looked toward her free hanging figure
"Never. Especially not you."
She dropped from the stars, from her smiles and my gaze.
And she fell down.
I did not ever see her again, but if I ever did I'd tell her everything.
How I'd sit up at night, dreaming of those small smiles dancing atop her delicate hands.
How every sunrise thereafter, I'd wished for her presence.
I'd tell her how right she is.
And I how wrong I was.
