Someone once asked me,
"Friends? How can we be?"
To that, I truly must say,
It's something pure,
deeper than the way
it looks, for sure.
Some make friends
with those who are rich,
or to vanquish the hopes
of a better life, which
in the mask of a friend
they hide, to twitch.
But for me, it's totally
different from the others,
for I have no jealousy
in my kind eyes.
But few allies, I do
have, that I must tell thee.
We may not chat,
we may not meet,
but still, friends, we shall be.
For I write a story
to preserve in my memory,
to never forget, and it shall be.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
Someone once asked me,
"Friends? How can we be?"
To that, I truly must say,
It's something pure,
deeper than the way
it looks, for sure.
Some make friends
with those who are rich,
or to vanquish the hopes
of a better life, which
in the mask of a friend
they hide, to twitch.
But for me, it's totally
different from the others,
for I have no jealousy
in my kind eyes.
But few allies, I do
have, that I must tell thee.
We may not chat,
we may not meet,
but still, friends, we shall be.
For I write a story
to preserve in my memory,
to never forget, and it shall be.
