Although you are a friend of mine,
I know nothing of you.
I don't even know what scares you,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my heart,
unusual and unique;
We share shows and favorite scenes,
and still, I know not who you are..
I picture how you think,
picture what drives your ambition.
An intriguing game for me at least,
for the mind is something we can't read.
So for this friendship we possess,
we owe nothing but steady speech exchange..
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact,
that we have nothing to regret yet
I have a friend that i don't fully understand. Shes filled with sass but has tons of sass. Yet when she sits and listens to music she has a look in her eyes like shes trying to forget or remember but it looks of sadness and i cant help but think shes a mystery.