September 2006

Dec 24, 2011 23:47

Lost Luster: Friendship

They'll start as an acquaintance
A friendship's on its way
I know where this is going
Our blood remains fond of the artery

My very own confidant
At least for the time being
Their ideas take me by the hand
And escort me through their lives

The variety is breath taking
Their anomaly is pure
But eye, like windows, 
Leave the soul bare

They'll end as an acquaintance
The adventure soon has faded
And the intensity becomes effete
Another friend is lost to this change
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