She's the friend who has been there.
Through thick and through thin.
When I thought we were over, we were meant to begin.
She's the friend that was there for me, whether she liked it or not.
She's the one who had still faith in me. Or what little I've got.
I've really fucked up royally, but she says "Hey, that's OK!</b>"
"I know you think life is hard, but I'm here for you, every day."
It's true we're still distant, and we've grown apart.
But that doesn't stop her from having a big heart.
Whether she's yelling at me, or giving advice in spares.
I know she's a loyal friend, someone who cares.
She's an interesting person, worthy of boy or girl.
And you better not pick a fight, or you'll soon give a hurl.
Despite all her problems, she has strength that I lack.
She's my favoritest friend, who also wears black.
She's a true friend. She is the definition, by far.
She's a loving friend. My little right star.
Tears on the floor. No need to say more.
She's outside, picking a three-leaf clover.
The door, opened, pried. He, sitting inside.
Contemplating that it is over.
When she asks. . .what he's thinking about.
He turns, their faces near.
She raises a brow, and, not knowing how.
Lowers her head, shedding a tear.
He begs for forgiveness.
He begs for mercy.
He tells her it needed to be done.
She feels rejected.
She feels hurt.
She feels alone. And also feels totally shunned.
She cries her heart out, her tears flowing freely.
Her tears pulsing with heartfelt emotion.
He becomes afraid, and runs away.
Heading south, towards the ocean.
He remembers her touch. He remembers her scent.
He remembers the way she shined.
He can't help but feel guilt, his head gives a tilt.
Maybe he was in the wrong state of my mind.
He walks back to her, shameful. His head looking down.
His mouth begins to move.
Her face gives a frown. Was he mucking around?
What was he trying to prove?
She can't comprehend, why he'd c
Fantasy takes, faster than fantasy makes. Fantasy steals, more than fantasy heals. Fantasy rapes, more than fantasy shapes. Fantasy fools, more than fantasy rules.
When fantasy takes over, it's hard to understand.
The facts you knew, are cold and through.
Your world is now less bland.
When fantasy takes over, the burden is less on others.
The sun has shone, your friends have gone.
And now fantasy starts to smother.
My fantasy world, you might think, is colorful and nice.
But I regret, and please don't fret.
My world is more like ice.
It's cold, it's dark, it snows a lot. It's very Burton-esque.
I suddenly scream, it's not what it seems.
And I wake up at my desk.
I know I must be rid of it, this fantasy creation of mine.
I think of you. You say adieu.
And send shivers up my spine.
The doctor says to take some pills, if I desire to kill off the other dimension.
What steps have I taken, to further awaken?
Have I screwed up the original intention?
The pills don't work. They turn me