Art never comes from happiness

tirsdag 28. februar 2012

Poem

Written with a pen,
Sealed with a kiss,
If you are my friend,
Please answer this;
Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once,
But I forgot.
So tell me now,
And tell me true,
So I can say,
I'm here for you.
Of all the friends I ever met,
You are the one I won't forget,
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to heaven and wait for you!
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