Remember.
Don't let the laced edges of new experiences
cloud your eyes with dimensia
or the liquid drops of remorse
flood the gap between us.
I will always be here
like the dust bunnies
underneath your kitchen table.
Every once in a while youll have to come
and look me in the face.
This is how it goes.
Zephyrs driven by complacency
will blow us far away
separating what was once inseparable.
But its all right.
Dont let yourself fall
into the thought of loneliness.
The winds will bring us full circle once again
and reunite insanity.














Comments
Thank you the beautiful gift of words, my dear. Your friendship is one of the dearest things to me in the wide world.
I will always be here for you, come hell, high water, or boys
--
"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
--
*~*Tink*~*
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