King is a poor word
I should have said Thunder Lord
I was a little worr-
ied, so I'm glad that you're not sore
Using all these feelings in a public for-
Um.

I'm glad that we can talk
Even if we can't walk
Together.

It's nice to just forget
About age and space and vent
All these emotions exploding
Running deep as trenches in oceans

It's a shame we can't do this
Without poetry as a veil
And say things outright
But we tried that and failed

These words that we share
It's like we're a pair
Of socks that have lost
Our other half, and now we're just daft

Thanks again for being a great friend
Maybe someday we'll figure it out
It'll be like joy to no end
Then you'll have no need to pout

But who knows how long
These feelings will last
But at least for now
They seem to leave not so fast

Have a good day
I hope you can play
When I'm back from work
You ginormous dork