What We Used To Be

Into the clouds, just me and you.
As we dazed off just you and me.
Remember when we gave each other random things.
Like princess flashlights,
 Plastic bracelets, and Plastic rings.
Remember when we were cats, and then it changed to dogs,
and more than that.
Now I'm all dazey.
My background is crazy!
But yours is hazy,
Im starting to forget if it was me and you,
Or you and me,
Or together We.
I have no clue, 
My past is blue.
Are you still my friend?
Or is this the end.
It was us,
We did as we please,
In kindergarten,
It was easy,
As we would say,
easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Now were so different,
So utterly insane,
I don't know what happened in my brain.
It happened so fast.
The past was different,
and now it's not.
I forgot how close we were.
Just the two of us, 
Now were not,
and you aren't what I thought.
It's crazy to think that we could have been friends,
till the end.
We were ment to be just you and me.
I liked blue, you liked red.
And we thought with the same head.
I'm still wondering what happened, 
We might have stopped and thought hard,
on how to fix this broken shard.
The glass of our friendship broke so quick,
But we were crazy then, so maybe now,
we can fix this mess,
even though I still don't know how.
It's an endless thought I keep in my mind.
Things might have turned out different if you and I had made things up way back then.
I liked sports, you like art.
Maybe that's what drew us so apart.
It's crazy to think what might have happened,
longer than then.
We were so different,
But so utterly amazing,
together we had the best time.
Our friendship ended and we never made up.
It's like we walked out separate doors.
Now, knows ones to blame,
for the mistake we made.
Our friendship stills flashes back in my mind.
Remember this and remember that,
seriously what happened to our pact.
What happen to us,
What happened please, someone please explain to me,
please.  What can I do to make this all up to you.


 

A Sports Person

VT

16 years old

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