Fourth Grade Year

i remember in fourth grade,
we would hang out sleepovers and stuff
u were the only one who cared about my plays
every club i`d create you`d join and be truley deticated to it

now it feels differnt,
you have changed and so have i
but i have noticed we have changed the same way
being the quiet girl, who likes to write, cant sleep at night,hates their english theacher, likes to be different, likes to stand out, is a little depressed for good reasons is a little of everything.

i dont know why its so hard to talk to you now
i see you around
yet still i cant get out a hello.
How are doing? hows your siblings? what kind of music do like now? why havent i been able to talk to u since that fourth grade year

i herd last year your brother died in the war
i felt so sad for you
i know you loved him so mutch
i just wated to get up right there and then and give you a hug
and say "its gana be ok.....are you ok?"

i remember in fourth grade
we would talk on the phone for hours
i remeber we did that concert on the playground
then we signed autographs and felt like big time stars
do you remeber that play i wrote?
we proformed it for mrs.m and the class...........i miss that fourth grade year :,(