I have never been kissed
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been kissed

I have never been squeezed
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been squeezed

I have never had a poem written for me
I should embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never had a poem written for me

I have never had a guy ask me out
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never had a guy ask me out

I have never been asked to hook up
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been asked to hook up

I have never been told by a boy he loves me romantically
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and considered beautiful but
I have never been told by a boy he loves me romantically

I have never experienced the above things
I should be embarrassed
To be 15 years old and told by everyone that I'm beautiful
To be whistled at in a city, walking down the street
To be constantly complemented everywhere I go
To have such a 'perfect' body yet nobody to hold it close
But I am not embarrassed
Not really
You see,
I have experienced the above things
With you
you
You and I have done all of these together
In my mind
We are dating and perfectly happy
In my mind
The two of us have kissed
In my mind
You have held me close, not like a best friend but a lover
In my mind
So I guess this is a thank you
For giving me all of these experiences
For unknowingly leading me to hope for us
For truly being the greatest friend I could ever ask for
For showing me what love is

k.m.c

Maybe this was the last time,
That we were together.
Maybe the smile on your face,
Was the last thing I saw.
Maybe the words you spoke,
Were the last thing I would be hearing from you.
Maybe the joke you cracked today,
Was the lamest,
Yet the only thing I would be carrying with me.

Can I get any more of any of it?
Gosh no!
Can all this last forever?
And never end.
So that we could still be together,
So that we could still be us,
So that we could still laugh like we didn't care,
So that we could still crack those silly jokes,
So that we could still be the last benchers,
So that we could still annoy each other,
So that we could still sing those random songs together,
So that we could still be the best team together.


When you were on the edge of failing a test,
And was still smiling,
Was the best part of it.
When PTM's were just like any  regular days!
When scoldings,
were as normal as drinking a glass of water.
When eating your friend's lunch,
Was the best thing to do,
While you brought something you didn't like.
When snatching lunch,
Running all around the class,
And the fight for the last bite was like a war.
When early morning games in the assembly ground,
Was our favourite.
When the ugly fights between the game,
Were just meant to last for a few minutes.
When nicknames were wicked.
When benches had a line drawn on them,
Assuring ones territory.

Those memories,
Those times,
Can't we just freeze it?
So that we could still be the best together,
And look at each other the way we did before,
And still ****** each others lunch,
And run, up and down the beaches,
**And still have the same fun.