Category : Poems

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If You  think
We’re over 
As if You can 
Tell Me when,
Then best believe
I am in need 
Of Your Bitter 
Sweet help again.


We Fuss
Just as much
About the 
Things We do.
I pour out
Too much Drink, 
But You Con-sure 
The same amount too,
Never saying,
Friend Your Eye is Black
For fear of hearing,
Friend Your Hand is Blue.


But Friends who
Never forget to 
Tip the Waitress,
Before stumbling out onto
After Hours Pave-ment, 
Without the faintest 
About what We gonna do.


To Conflict 
And Friendship,
An Intoxicating Two.
You can really
Be a C 
Of yeah?
Well F You!