Friends

Sometimes
We are friends who are not friends
Sometimes we are friends
Who are friends

It’s a sign of maturity
like a well fitted stair carpet

That friends pass each other by on
I’m your friend today
I’m not your friend today
but non-the-less

Our missing feet are in a museum case of friendship together
And make up a strange
Four footed animal
That palaeontologists didn’t expect
To find in bed with them

We have one heart between us, made of broken bits
And two other halves that can’t agree

Or – two halves of hearts grafted together
And a lot of broken bits
Like wood shavings and lead grains
From a pencil sharpener

We have formed a chassis
Of friendship
And love Is a fish in a fishing net
Trying to drive the car

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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