Thursday, 13 March 2014

friend. poem

Not sure why I like you,
but I like you too much I'd say
its not love, or even lust
it's ownership rights
like man, and mans best friend.
You're a favourite toy of mine
and I don't want to share
Why should I?
I want to be your only best friend
because you're the favourite one of mine.
You're an arse,
but I need you in my life.
you're more than a phase,
more than an old photo,
and I've never been very good at letting go

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