A friend said,
I have to write a poem...

Sitting in my bed,
Looking at my phone...

They don't know what to do with you,
Your simply not their kind...

Angels in the outfield
Angels in the park...

I laugh more when I'm wth you,
Than I do when were apart...

Your stories are amazing,
Filled with fantasy and lore...

She's a beautiful disaster,
Chaos follows at her feet...

Warmth envelops me as I fall
Crying out I hear your call...

I search the creavences of my heart
Wondering why we fell apart...

I do love you, babe
And I know thats not enough...

The wind swirls it around my face,
I stick my tougne out to grab a taste...

I've given all I could and got nothing in return,
It's not like it's the first time, I probably...