a poem i wrote.
one night, i wished upon a star.
and all my dreams came true.
well of of them but,
one was to be with you.
but then i saw you with her,
and it crushed all my dreams,
and in gym class you picked her,
to be in all 5 of your basketball teams.
so why cant i be,
the special one,
the chosen one.
Getting high only meant swinging on the playground
The worst things boys could do was give you cooties
Wearing Skirts didnt mean you were bad
war was just a card game
Life was carefree
Its silly looking back on all of this and remembering
That all we ever wanted to do was grow up