Sep 08, 2009 17:49
Your close friends become strangers
lollipops turn into cigarettes
the innocent ones turn into sluts
homework goes in the trash
soda becomes vodka
kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties?
Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were about who ran the fastest
The only drug you knew was cough medicine
Wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut
The only thing that hurt you was skinned knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up
friends,
life,
childhood,
poem