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Who knew Pink letters on simple notebook paper

Could mean so much?

Three simple words, are hard to say,

but she said them with a smile.



When he threw the note away

and looked at her with an iced over  stare

Her tears came quickly,

And the laughter began.



A dizzy circle of open mouth giggles.

Small fingers pointing at her.

Deciding her future at the moment,

a sentence to elementary hell.



Hushed words behind her back,

as she made her way down the hall.

Juvenile pranks, and gum in her hair,

made up her miserable days.

And as time passed, and they grew older.



Middle School began,

Many young children were now seeking love,

and shyly passing notes to their secret "one" in first period.



She bashfully walked into her class,

head down and awaiting another year of loneliness.

Assigned seats were given and as fate would have it,

She was placed next to the boy who, so cruelly,

broke her seven  year old heart.



She looked up to meet his, once again, cold glare.

  Looking back with newly found courage,

discovered over the summer.

  She only saw a little boy,

striving to be popular.

Now she sits With a content smile,

That reaches her hazel eyes.



She takes out her little pink pen and writes

three  simple words on simple notebook paper.

  "I'm over you"

Now it is his turn to cry.