• When we were little,
    I remember that I use to sleep
    next to you,and play house. Now that were
    older, I have sleepovers and started to adapt.

    You were always there, my best friend.
    Still now your not my best friend, your mine.
    You threw rocks at my window when my Mom and Dad
    were asleep. You stole me away at night.
    And now we ran away together. Pull me into your car,
    and go to Mickey D's at 4:00 in the morning.

    Your a dream. My old play mate, and my soul mate
    You take me to relaxing places.
    You don't spoil me, you
    treat me me just right. You walk to
    my house apoligizing to my mother.
    I run up stairs, and you throw a rock at my
    window. You wave and say, " See you in a little bit,
    Good Night." <3