I miss my best friend I miss giggling I miss arts and crafts I miss netflix watching I miss my best friend
Letting go of your favorite balloon as a child was heartbreaking but you almost felt at peace knowing it was going up and going to reach the stars one day Maybe I need to think that Why does high school need to tear apart good friendships and create groups of plastics Best Friend is a not a label i give out lightly So how do i rip it from someone that i’ve superglued it on to and it’s sit for 4 years
I cannot make their decisions I cannot choose their actions All I can do is sit and pray And it kills me I see her change I see she is not like before I see that she doesn’t really care
I see that group rubbing off on her like sharp cheddar on a grader Collecting all of think mold inside of her She become so full of it she forgets to clean herself off.
She forgets her roots Her tree is flourishing with fruits and leaves that the people around her validate her for She forgets her roots that i loved I cannot cut her down I cannot turn her into a stump The only thing I can do it sit along her trunk and wait to see Wait to see if when all her fruits falls down she remembers Wait to see if my balloon comes floating down Wait to see if that superglue held on Wait to see if my best friend comes back