Our story told in seven years, fourteen verses.
YEAR ONE
I met you and
You met me and
We got to know each other.
There were ups and
There were downs and yet
We never stopped getting to know
each other.
YEAR TWO
We got separated but
It never stopped us.
Long distance friendship
Never stopped us.
Never stopped me from knowing
You have an older brother.
Never stopped you from knowing
I have two younger ones.
YEAR THREE
We couldn't take the
d i s t a n c e.
We couldn't take the
time apart.
Through this closeness,
I got to know that
You liked your coffee
In the morning with
No breakfast.
You got to know that
I liked my mornings
With milk and
Breakfast.
YEAR FOUR
We've had silly arguments
Here and there,
But that didn't stop us
From getting to know each other.
Your favorite color is
Pink.
Mine is orange (and blue and white).
And you said,
"Who in the world likes the color
Orange?"
And I replied,
"Me."
I never said anything about the
Color pink.
YEAR FIVE
We surprised you
This year.
Hazelle, Rol, Love,
Min, Zaska, Nin,
Bo, Lyng, and Agustin,
and Me.
It was your
18th birthday.
18 years of you,
17 years of me,
5 years of us,
5 years of our
F r i e n d s h i p.
YEAR SIX
We go together this year
On my birthday,
You and a couple
Of our friends.
A few days earlier
You turned the tables
And Hazelle, Rol, Love
Min, Zaska, Nin,
Bo, Lyng, Agustin,
and you
Surprised me.
18 years of me.
YEAR SEVEN
They say when a
Friendship
Exceeds the seven -year mark
It is for a
Life time.
So this is our take
Of making something
That will last
Even when
Our bones are crushed,
Our bodies numbed,
Our voices hushed.
But the truth is a far cry
From this.
The truth is
Less pretty
Less romantic
Less.
YEAR ONE
I met you and
You met me.
Laboratory mates
On search
During
Independence Day.
Lunch mates
Text mates
Days in between
Group mates
(School)Work mates
When the need be.
But bonds can be
b r o k e n.
And you became
One of them
Itches
We call you.
**Rich *******
Get it?
But then we
Rekindled the lost fire
Bonds can be broken
(Bonds with the wrong people)
Laboratory mates
Lunch mates
Text mates
Group mares
(School)Work mates
F r i e n d s
(Best friends maybe)
YEAR TWO
We got separeted
And at first
It didn't stop us
But eventually
We began to
Drift
A p a r t
Bonds CAN indeed be broken
B r o k e n
(And you became one of them)
What happens when
You don'y exceed the
Seven-year friendship mark?
You begin to
Drift
A p a r t
Until your bones are crushed
Your body numbed
Your voice hushed.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
Our story told in seven years, fourteen verses.
YEAR ONE
I met you and
You met me and
We got to know each other.
There were ups and
There were downs and yet
We never stopped getting to know
each other.
YEAR TWO
We got separated but
It never stopped us.
Long distance friendship
Never stopped us.
Never stopped me from knowing
You have an older brother.
Never stopped you from knowing
I have two younger ones.
YEAR THREE
We couldn't take the
d i s t a n c e.
We couldn't take the
time apart.
Through this closeness,
I got to know that
You liked your coffee
In the morning with
No breakfast.
You got to know that
I liked my mornings
With milk and
Breakfast.
YEAR FOUR
We've had silly arguments
Here and there,
But that didn't stop us
From getting to know each other.
Your favorite color is
Pink.
Mine is orange (and blue and white).
And you said,
"Who in the world likes the color
Orange?"
And I replied,
"Me."
I never said anything about the
Color pink.
YEAR FIVE
We surprised you
This year.
Hazelle, Rol, Love,
Min, Zaska, Nin,
Bo, Lyng, and Agustin,
and Me.
It was your
18th birthday.
18 years of you,
17 years of me,
5 years of us,
5 years of our
F r i e n d s h i p.
YEAR SIX
We go together this year
On my birthday,
You and a couple
Of our friends.
A few days earlier
You turned the tables
And Hazelle, Rol, Love
Min, Zaska, Nin,
Bo, Lyng, Agustin,
and you
Surprised me.
18 years of me.
YEAR SEVEN
They say when a
Friendship
Exceeds the seven -year mark
It is for a
Life time.
So this is our take
Of making something
That will last
Even when
Our bones are crushed,
Our bodies numbed,
Our voices hushed.
But the truth is a far cry
From this.
The truth is
Less pretty
Less romantic
Less.
YEAR ONE
I met you and
You met me.
Laboratory mates
On search
During
Independence Day.
Lunch mates
Text mates
Days in between
Group mates
(School)Work mates
When the need be.
But bonds can be
b r o k e n.
And you became
One of them
Itches
We call you.
**Rich *******
Get it?
But then we
Rekindled the lost fire
Bonds can be broken
(Bonds with the wrong people)
Laboratory mates
Lunch mates
Text mates
Group mares
(School)Work mates
F r i e n d s
(Best friends maybe)
YEAR TWO
We got separeted
And at first
It didn't stop us
But eventually
We began to
Drift
A p a r t
Bonds CAN indeed be broken
B r o k e n
(And you became one of them)
What happens when
You don'y exceed the
Seven-year friendship mark?
You begin to
Drift
A p a r t
Until your bones are crushed
Your body numbed
Your voice hushed.
Dedicated to Emmeline.
Happy Halloween.
