A friend of mine says always that friends are like pans: you know how good they are when you put them in the fire... I have the best pans in the world in my kitchen.
I want to check my email
From the man who maybe
Holding me some Friday night
Like this one
But I stay downstairs
I remember you
By the piano
Watching me
This is your night.
Thank You, my friend.
3 comments:
Hey CT, did you write this poem? It's lovely!
No Christ, was written by someone who is really genuine and I love very much.
I don't know you but I am glad you're postin too....
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