God loves you
Good morning
The sun is up
And your toast is not burnt

You walk to school
In old shoes
And the girl
Who you like
Says mean
Things
To you
Secretly
She thinks
You're nice
And really wanted
To kiss you that time on
The field trip
To the art museum
When you
Were standing on the steps
alone
Then like that
She grew up
And you grew up
She was standing
At the bus stop
When you walked up
In the rain you wanted
To hold her hand and walk
To your house where mother would
Make hot cocoa
And then you
Could show her
The model jet you got for your birthday
And she would kiss you there for  secret
She got onto the bus though
And you didn't