to my dear friend (publish and edit later)
Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
No blank slate could erase you from me.
I envy you by your bold choices of life,
And lament not to have given you the truth
As happy I see you came into being what one deserves.
Maybe I could have loved you,
Getting into you,
O master manipulator,
Apart the fact of wanting the best,
Damn you,
Your flowers rotten in a place of nowhere.
A spot where, there, nobody is,
Only my admiration for your skills.
I have received many notifications.
Seldom any kind of saudation,
As in the yearly "State of the Nation"
and yet it's your brightly,
Gentle presence ~fucking head~
A monster over this bed,
A good soul buried under,
All remains simply asunder.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
No blank slate could erase you from me.
I envy you by your bold choices of life,
And lament not to have given you the truth
As happy I see you came into being what one deserves.
Maybe I could have loved you,
Getting into you,
O master manipulator,
Apart the fact of wanting the best,
Damn you,
Your flowers rotten in a place of nowhere.
A spot where, there, nobody is,
Only my admiration for your skills.
I have received many notifications.
Seldom any kind of saudation,
As in the yearly "State of the Nation"
and yet it's your brightly,
Gentle presence ~fucking head~
A monster over this bed,
A good soul buried under,
All remains simply asunder.
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