The wind is whispering.
The mood has set. And I’m really glad that we have met. Our Friendship is a garden my blossom buddy
and you are like a work of art. You stare for far too long and next thing you know they’re blank faced.
Eyes big and soulless with hues of greenish grey. I want to hold their hand regardless if I may.
I wish this day would never end cause now we are both no longer smiling. Lend me a hand I’m scared
shitless. This day is now becoming endless.
I grab the phone and now I am dialing. You, my friend, you’re always smiling. I threw my head back
while on the floor. God, I hoped and wished for more.
You are a box. Full of stuff, our memories. And I wish I could disappear. Looking at the clock now it is a
quarter past seven. And you my friend, you are still in heaven.