November 29th, 2003
Live to die
Never speak
In a capsule
I can’t keep
Dig a hole
Very deep
Put it in
And start to weep
Maybe someday
I will see you again
Maybe someday
We will live to be friends
Note: If this seems dark for an 11-year-old to have written it, this was my interpretation of what happens to a friendship when someone breaks a “cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye” promise.
2003 (5th Grade)
Little girl
Why you sighing
When you should really be crying
(Yeah)
The world
Is coming to an end
Don’t worry
Cause I’ll still be your friend
[Chorus:]
I will always be your friend
All the way to the end
I will always be your best friend
Forever (yeah)
Even though you’re mean to me sometimes
I will always look towards the bright side
Even though you might get mad at me
It’s always both of our fault
Even though I’ve never told you my secret
I should tell you all of them
Cause I’ll miss you best friend
I’ll never ever forget you (yeah)
I’ll miss you best friend
You’ll always be in my heart forever
[Chorus:]
I will always be your friend
All the way to the end
I will always be your best friend
Forever (yeah)
2003 (5th Grade)
We are best friends forever
Even though sometimes you make me glad
And sometimes you make me really sad
I know you didn’t mean what you said
But you weren’t thinking ahead
To what would happen to me
Can’t you see?
You made me really sad
Will I ever be glad?
I look around
I hear the sound
“I’m sorry,
Best friends forever?”
Note: This month I’m dedicating to sharing many of my earliest poems and songs from elementary and middle school, which I previously overlooked. Despite not being my best work, they laid the foundation for the writer I’ve become. It’s important for me to acknowledge this part of my history and its role in shaping my journey as a writer.
Doll Poetry 