Friendship brings a bond, Strong and thick like a deeply inked paper, Where love can't abscond, And the common ground always gets better.
I was the ink pouring myself on the paper, When you just poured a little, We made it thick till you left the paper, Leaving me with no little spittle.
I painted the skies with pictures of our tomorrow, Enclosed by an incurred force of attraction, The hammer of disappointment I couldn't borrow, Yet you hit me with a metal of disconnection.
We were good friends, I kept building a house for something more, Till you vanished into space like a ghost, And peeled off the love within leaving me with a sore, And burnt the words I kept for our toast.
Our friendship was sweet as honey, Little did I know that the energy wasn't aided, Little by little the thick ink kept disappearing as it got sunny, With time, everything about you faded.