11 years

We use to sit here and talk
laugh, and cry.
We would stare at each other
and we would both sigh.

Today we stand un-equal
though we both use to be the same
The years have changed us
Your Cool and Im Lame.

I search for the spark
that once shone in your eyes
but I cant find it so
I smile and say my goodbyes.

I start to walk away
and go back in time
back to the place where
we held hands without it being a crime.

11 years have passes
since we had met that day
I miss the boy who knew
exactly what to say

But now we walk
in opposite ways
but I still hope to myself
we could go back to the old days.