The way things used to be,
No worries or responsibilities.
Flying through the air, you and me,
The way things used to be.
Climbing up the hill and standing at the top,
Looking down on our kingdom below.
You'd say you were the king and I your queen.
I never wanted to let go.
Telling each other our secrets,
You wanted a pet turtle and your favourite colour was pink.
You asked what I was hiding, I told you I loved you, and you kissed me on the cheek.
The way things used to be,
No worries or responsibilities.
Flying through the air, you and me,
The way things used to be.
We grew older,
our friendship strong.
Then other girls came visible to you,
And soon, I was gone.
Swarmed by the blondes, brunettes and red heads,
Keeping you busy.
While I stood in the corner,
Watching you forget me.
The way things used to be,
No worries or responsibilities,
Flying through the air, you and me.
The way things used to be.
Thinking it over,
I guess my feet had to touch the ground sometime.
But closing my eyes, we're still flying.
My old best friend, and I.
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I know ive already done one about best friends but I just found this saved in my memos and thought it worked.
~Jordan xx
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PoesiaJust a little something, A poem; more like, About a girl, Who fell in love with a boy, Who isn't around anymore. And many other stories, About many different people, Living very different lives, But who all seem to, Relate, To each other, In some wa...
