Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as violet..
A girl who moves like a flower petal..
Is pulling me towards her with more
Than. her mass.
Just then, I am..
Like Newton's apple..
I rolled towards her without stopping..
Until I fell on her..
With a thump... thump..thump..
My heart keeps bouncing between
The sky and the ground
It was my first love