Apr 2012
My best friend, you
At three in the morning,
You asked me to sing you to sleep.
All I could do was sit; think. Silence.
What to sing,
What to sing.
My best friend, no longer.
A year later, and
I am still thinking,
Of what to sing you.
At three in the morning,
You asked me to sing you to sleep.
All I could do was sit; think. Silence.
What to sing,
What to sing.
My best friend, no longer.
A year later, and
I am still thinking,
Of what to sing you.
One of the worst feelings I know is the one I felt when I betrayed you. I'm sorry.
