I'm sorry you didn't get the nicest version of me,
But I know I was always your cup of tea,
And you know all my tea,
I wish you got the version of me that's happier,
Funnier, cheesier and crazier,
But I still wish we'd met earlier,
Even if we both weren't our better selves yet,
You were always there when I fret,
And I'm sure you'll be there as we stare at the moonset.
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Dependability is worth a great deal. Here it is expressed in this poem. Nicely said.
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