oh man.
ok so it is my friend wils birthday tomorrow and i decided to write him something even though he will not appreciate it one bit... so here it goes...
The first time i ever met you you were 7 years old wearing goosebump rollerblades and a green helmet. I thought you were the cutest boy ever, i went straight home and told my mom all about you. I remember how we would always play games in the neighborhood and me and you would be on a team and dominate all the little kids. i had a secret crush on you until about the 5th grade. I just about know more about you then i do myself... i know that you and your brother used to play with a vaccum cleaner and a tea set, i know that your real name is Kenneth Wiley Beckom, i know that you had a dog named pot liquor and you loved her more than anything, i know that you are terrified of clowns, i know that your brother used to kick your ass for no reason, and i know that you could kick a homerun in kickball everytime no matter what. i remember when we used to lay on your treehouse and look for bats and when we saw them we would jump off onto the trampoline, i remember breaking my nose on that trampoline, and your finger one of the times. i remember when we took the trips to the haunted bridge,i remember on my 12th birthday we camped out and you got your brother to come get you because you were scared, i remember one time when we went trick or treating.. a few months to early.. you were dressed like cleopatra and i was a genie. Its really sad that we dont hang out anymore.. you were my best friend from 2nd grade until 10th. But you are one of the best friends i have ever had and im sure i will never meet anyone i love more. i will never make better memories than the ones we share... like going to your house at 10 pm and having to run home and sneak in at 7am before my mom woke up for work, or having you come over and just sit around. we never did ANYTHING productive.. but i loved every minute of it. i miss being 11 and riding bikes with you.. when we learned to ride without using our hands we were the coolest kids ever. we were invincible and we ran the neighborhood. we made insane clubs that everybody wanted to be in. we would sit ont he back of ( at the time) your brothers truck and catch up after almost not talking for 3 months.. we would gossip about everyone possible. i used to get friends to spend the night so you could try to hook up with them. we used to smoke sticks in amandas basement. you used to be my best friend, and i miss you terribly.
"This pressure is too much to take.
Every bend reaches a break,
but that's a sore subject.
its time to get your head checked.
you can't keep dwelling on every
moment that slipped by because
with every sunset comes a sunrise
we don't know or care where we go
just turn up that radio
we'll sing along to all our favorite songs
and hope these interstates will go
on and on and on.
So long sincerity, escape your mind
its your save haven from reality
but It's okay it didn't mean much anyway
to me.
It seems like just yesterday.
when we would stay up late out on your front lawn
talking about where we've been and all
the places we're going.
we would lose track of time watching
cars pass us by and I would sneak back
home before the sunrise
.....and how everyday would seem so long
and every night would go
on and on and on"
<3 Kelly.
Happy Birthday Wil.
The first time i ever met you you were 7 years old wearing goosebump rollerblades and a green helmet. I thought you were the cutest boy ever, i went straight home and told my mom all about you. I remember how we would always play games in the neighborhood and me and you would be on a team and dominate all the little kids. i had a secret crush on you until about the 5th grade. I just about know more about you then i do myself... i know that you and your brother used to play with a vaccum cleaner and a tea set, i know that your real name is Kenneth Wiley Beckom, i know that you had a dog named pot liquor and you loved her more than anything, i know that you are terrified of clowns, i know that your brother used to kick your ass for no reason, and i know that you could kick a homerun in kickball everytime no matter what. i remember when we used to lay on your treehouse and look for bats and when we saw them we would jump off onto the trampoline, i remember breaking my nose on that trampoline, and your finger one of the times. i remember when we took the trips to the haunted bridge,i remember on my 12th birthday we camped out and you got your brother to come get you because you were scared, i remember one time when we went trick or treating.. a few months to early.. you were dressed like cleopatra and i was a genie. Its really sad that we dont hang out anymore.. you were my best friend from 2nd grade until 10th. But you are one of the best friends i have ever had and im sure i will never meet anyone i love more. i will never make better memories than the ones we share... like going to your house at 10 pm and having to run home and sneak in at 7am before my mom woke up for work, or having you come over and just sit around. we never did ANYTHING productive.. but i loved every minute of it. i miss being 11 and riding bikes with you.. when we learned to ride without using our hands we were the coolest kids ever. we were invincible and we ran the neighborhood. we made insane clubs that everybody wanted to be in. we would sit ont he back of ( at the time) your brothers truck and catch up after almost not talking for 3 months.. we would gossip about everyone possible. i used to get friends to spend the night so you could try to hook up with them. we used to smoke sticks in amandas basement. you used to be my best friend, and i miss you terribly.
"This pressure is too much to take.
Every bend reaches a break,
but that's a sore subject.
its time to get your head checked.
you can't keep dwelling on every
moment that slipped by because
with every sunset comes a sunrise
we don't know or care where we go
just turn up that radio
we'll sing along to all our favorite songs
and hope these interstates will go
on and on and on.
So long sincerity, escape your mind
its your save haven from reality
but It's okay it didn't mean much anyway
to me.
It seems like just yesterday.
when we would stay up late out on your front lawn
talking about where we've been and all
the places we're going.
we would lose track of time watching
cars pass us by and I would sneak back
home before the sunrise
.....and how everyday would seem so long
and every night would go
on and on and on"
<3 Kelly.
Happy Birthday Wil.