There's this girl that I like
That I know from school...

She sits down in the corner
As silent as a breeze...

I can't believe I slept in
My alarm I forgot to set...

Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...

All fond memories of you I still find
Because I simply cannot let them go...

I lock all the doors and the windows I latch
You might be cunning but your prowess I match...

As trees keep falling
The sound they make would be us...

Climbing the same tree
Has lost its appeal when milled...

I walk a lonely path
That once was shared with you...

There will often be things which we will crave
Where most of us will buy if we save...

It's not as simple to forget
Move on as they all say...

A book not written
Will never be the same thing...