"My name is Paul and I lie alot"
Well Pauly, I gotta hand it to you
Even though after all this time
I still don't know
When you're telling the truth,
Still love your poems
Even the ugly ones
Still enjoy your sense of humor
And still wonder how you are
More often than I thought I would.

You always say the right things
Always seem to calm me down
Always consider you a friend
Even when you nag me.
Always smile at the thought of you
Even though you're a **** sometimes.
Not to me though...
To the characters in your poems.
Always hope you're doing well

*and that you're happy