Love

I remember third grade year,
having fun and playing games.
we'd play all day till school was done,
the very next day we'd do the same thing,
every one having fun, having fun till school was done.
i didn't realize what we had done, we'd fallen in love before school was done.
time grew short, then the year was done.
and i didn't have time to say,
i love you.
the last day of school had come,
my mom came and got me before the day was done.
now im homeschooled and depressed,
we didn't have each other's numbers and addresses,
we didn't think about that cuz we were young.
we've gotten older, you've probably moved on,
all i know is i have not.
all because i still think that you are mine.
i havent let go of that third grade year,
i still have hope, i still have cheer,
I'll never stop thinking that you aren't mine,
we might find each other again,
making memories and life so grand.
untill i hear i love you too from you,
I'll still be depressed, but i'll still love you.

I still remember our third grade year.