'You' Planned It-All Summer.
What made you do it.
You backed him against the moon.
Against his own locker.
And he looked around you, panicked.
When every one looked, you squeezed.
And no one thought it was honey.
Even your friends laugh was not funny.
How one stuck up girl, let him down.
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I did not 'plan it'- all summer, or I would have remembered. I thought it started in the fall, because no plans of alternative was even considered, maybe against the moon, but not the locker, his back is against that locker at all times, and I know the not funny laugh very well, the thing some see as stuckup, one told me once, is really, peculiar, and yes, I did let him down, many times, many ways, and I, faith that I be forgiven...not forgetten.10+