S E C O N D G R A D E:
Her looks haven't changed a bit. She's still graceful and sweet. I wish I looked like her. I wish I held such fairness as she did.
We are together more often than we should be.
We hold hands and laugh with each other.
She is my favorite friend.
YOU ARE READING
Her.
Poetry(COMPLETED) Just the time span of feelings as they develop and turn into something more than just "like". Maybe it's love.
