Vibrant colors used to fill the air 

Waves of heat was all you could feel 

Friends were always near 

Our parents always captured our fear. 

We never felt doubt 

Or questioned our actions 

But something changed 

I guess it gave us a different reaction 

You were once the bestest of friends 

But she no longer knows your name 

Whether it's fake or real 

Your tears tainted teal 

No, she's not a slut 

No, she ain't a whore 

But they keep on saying things 

Whenever she's adored 

In the past she lives her days 

She just walks through the semester 

No longer in the present 

But I don't really blame her.