Those words you said..
hard and cold.
made me wonder,
would this unfold?
I've known you eleven years,
Eleven years of trust,love but not one fight.
until yesterday,
there was a little bit of spite.
you said your marks were low,
i got worried,
told a teacher..knowing nothing better to show.
you approached her,
asked her about it, didn't seem mad,
until she said it was me who actually told.
then you got mad.
said that they had a history together.
you werent allowed to get mad at her.
but me..your best friend.
you could yell at, make fun of, do anything you wanted.
cause "i should know",
you were just kidding.
You didn't see my feelings drop,
just the thought of her,
what would happen if she knew ?
would she cry, or would she die ?
You thought of her, and what she thought.
But didn't cross your mind,
of what I had to find.
You were moving away if your marks didn't rise.
You had your eyes on the prize,
and I wasn't apart of that special prize.
I said I'd be strong, support your every move.
Until i thought about it...
And I finally cryed.
But you didn't care.
You just got mad.
Because things shouldn't be "awkward" between us.
How couldn't they be?
My best friend for the past elven years was moving away.
The only thing i could really do now was pray.
Pray you'd forgive me. And bring up your marks,
so your mom wouldn't make you,
sink Noah's ark.
