I can be your friend,
walk a bit of the path--
no more.
I'm stumbling too much,
I'm fixed too much,
I'm serious too much,
I'm lost too much,
I'm tied too much,
I'm careless too much
'cause I could not care less-- and you know.
'cause I could not care more-- did you know?
And that's good.
Get some fun
grow a lot
but then...
then again, I'm your friend.
Can help you prepare for what's good--
it's not me, I'm just a friend.
Just a tad too wild
just a tad too free
just a tad too cold... so cold it might hurt
just a tad too warm... just so that it can harm
Need to know well what to make of this
careful, just treat it so it can be
maybe, maybe it's time to think...
~perhaps it's broken?
Maybe it's lost?
Be gentle just to be sure it's not gone
Can I be a friend anymore?
Short thought
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This vase and I have so much in common.
We felt empty, stained, colorless and
perhaps even rotten somehow.
That was indeed the worst December
of my life;...
Hace 8 años.
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