Two different people, two different attitudes, one true friendship,
Two people who both consort,
Who will find new places to trip,
They turn to each other for support,
They'll be there when the road ends,
Or when they've hit a wall,
Or when the road bends,
But they'll never fall,
They'll only stop when time itself ends,
Or when its the end of their life
And when they need to make amends,
They'll never have a strife.
But their story lingers on,
And the version that is drawn,
Has death...

suicidal-twitch

Friendship

I.
The Sun.
and you the
Moon. Yes. We tend
the rabbits true, but they
die in obliviousness too.