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Texting


We have been best friends since second grade Now it’s the end of our freshman year I don’t understand It’s like you replaced me With words on a screen You make me want to scream I hope this is just a bad dream Your to busy texting to even care about what your best friend has to say. You keep pushing me away So I pray That some day You will realize that the people who love and care about you most Are not just a picture on a screen Before it’s too late and you lose the only person who was always there by your side When you were upset The only person who would stop to pick you back up onto your feet When someone pushes you to the ground. I hope you come around To catch me before I fade away And become a distant memory So put down your phone and thank those who are always there for you every day
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