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.