4:22 PM, You still hurt me.
Friday, September 09, 2011
Can I come over?
We'll be the best of friends.We'll never shut each other out.
We'll laugh at all the silly mistakes we've made.
We'll have the world at the palms of our hands.
We'll share the regrets we've had to bear all our lives.
We'll make our walls tumble down without a fight, without a sound.
We'll gaze at the moon as it turns from gibbous to full.
We'll see the importance of living life to the fullest.
We'll know the true meaning of companionship.
We'll talk all through the night.
We'll be the best of friends.
Won't you come over?
I'm not comfortable with how we never talk;
and I've missed you since you've gone out for that walk.