AN- This is just a little something we wrote a little while ago, hope you like it.
The sky was blue
When Drew was four the sky was blue.
When Drew was five her mommy missed her.
When Drew was six her Daddy loved her.
When Drew was six the sky was blue.
~l~l~
When Drew was seven she was friendly.
When Drew was eight she was funny.
When Drew was nine she was clever.
When Drew was ten she was caring.
When Drew was eleven she was kind.
When Drew was twelve she was pretty.
When Drew was twelve the sky was blue.
~l~l~
When Drew was thirteen she was rich.
When Drew was fourteen she was popular.
When Drew was fifteen she was mean.
When Drew was sixteen she was hot.
When Drew was sixteen the sky was blue.
~l~l~
When Drew was sixteen she was followed.
When Drew was sixteen she was idolised.
When Drew was sixteen she was cruel.
She was vicious.
She was sexy.
She was wanted.
She was craved.
She was hated.
When Drew was sixteen the sky was blue.
And so was Drew.
~l~l~
But when Drew was sixteen someone loved her.
When Drew was sixteen she was loved for being friendly.
When Drew was sixteen she was loved for being funny.
She was loved for being clever.
She was loved for being caring.
She was loved for being kind.
She was loved for being next to him as he cried for his brother.
She was loved for being determined.
She was loved for never giving up, even when they all told her she'd never get into college.
She was loved for working hard so that her dreams could come true.
When Drew was sixteen she was loved for being beautiful, in the inside as well as on the outside.
And even though he knew she was rich, popular, followed and idolised; even though he knew people saw Drew as mean, vicious and cruel; even though Drew was known as hot, sexy, wanted and craved; even though Drew was hated, when Drew was sixteen he loved Drew, Drew loved him and the sky was blue.
AN-Thanks for reading, and please review, any feedback is welcome:)