I wrote a bunch of words.
They were jumbled and a mess,
The sentiment the same as when I saw you.
I tried to clean it up,
But the words refused to budge.
I'm thinking now, "At least I didn't call you."
If ever I could feel
Like I'd like myself to feel,
Perhaps I would be able to resist you.
But living like I do,
And as lonesome as I get,
I'm half amazed I've never tried to kiss you.
But still our lives go on;
Yours is bigger than my own.
My dreams will take me places you can't follow.
Your friendship is a gift
I will cherish 'til the end.
You make me feel a little bit less hollow.
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