Friendship, is a thing for all to enjoy
It‘s a beautiful song full of laughter
But be careful with this supposed toy
Or there won’t be a happily ever after.

Love, is a mirror to hold close
To show you what lies in your own heart,
A picture in time for which to pose
And then that is to be torn apart.

Pain, is a kiss of knives to be felt
An ever-growing, body length scar
And an agony for which to cry and melt
As it drenches all that is good in the black of tar.

But as these three intermingle and you fall,
They fix the others, so it’s not so bad after all.