Nobody does it better as if each letter she adds to a word makes it sad,
yet makes me glad that I know her
and she knows it as she adds one more piece to the jigsaw and sees me in bits on the floor.
Once I wore her on my sleeve as a bracelet and she liked me
but being young and uncouth
unaware that youth could corrupt..
..she interrupts me
does not want to see those lost images that flow through the air
and adds one more letter to a word making good out of goo
and I love her
I do.
She tolerates me 'cause I'm funny and she likes to laugh and she laughs really loud Guess that makes me feel proud that she likes what I say
and I love her today more than ever before
but that's what life's for.
A bit of laughter and fun and whatever may come it goes on to the end and even then we pretend it goes on even more
I'm just a piece of the puzzle that's laid on the floor
and I adore being that.