| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Forever Friend I've got tomato sauce dripping from my chin and I can't get my words in the right order. So laugh with me, laugh at me because somehow in this great big world we found ourselves beside one another despite time that rolls by us, charging and pressing on. I've got a bare finger to match your silver band and enough belief in you to see it all through until the end. So cry with me, cry for me, because you're a part of me and as corny as it sounds, you're my forever friend. |
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