A Poem
When you looked at meIt felt like that first day of JuneOh that June…When you kissed me,under that…
if I could go to a place, a place where I am truly happy with you would I just fall just to look at you if I could be in…
Do not close this book just yet I’ve got more grief to giveI’m not ready to leave this yetDo you have it…
Love. Such a simple word that can mean so many different things to different people. I thought I knew what it meant — as girls, we all believe…