Four Years

The words never passed out of your thin melon lips, yet they were still there;
those three simple words lingered in the air around us,
and these last few months everywhere we go people stare.

I must be in a fairytale, I must be Snow White,
because something this good cannot be real,
and my prince charming's never kissed but he's there each night.

There's photos of me, and there's photos of you,
But its the photos of the two of us,hanging in my locker, on your phone,
the photos on the fridge are pretty awesome too.

You once told me that you only say goodbye
to the people you'll never see again,
your just going to college, to spend four years wondering why.

But do me a favor and never forget me.
Never forget that girl with big blue eyes and black hair,
never forget whats never going to be,

All her ballet recitals you went to by choice,
how at church each Easter
your the only one who can here the beauty in her voice,

Her lime green shirt and hot pink tights,
reading Twilight in your car when you picked her up from school,
all those little play fights,

And when your driving home in your car,
and see her initials carved into the passenger seat,
remember the girl you really love is never to far.

So called girlfriends have come and gone,
their the girls in your house on the fourth of July,
and I'm the one doing sparklers in your front lawn.

So I may be four years younger, the age of your brother, like a sister to you,
but your moms four years younger than your dad, and my moms four years older than mine,
I've grown up with you and seen the crazy things you've done, and I still love you too.

Four years from now I will be the girl in your dorm
doing homework with you, the lead in your first movie,
and maybe something more will form.

I will still be the ballerina with black hair and blue eyes,
High schools starting, maybe I'll get a boyfriend,
but you'll always be different than other guys.