(Another old poem i found...had to say that in case anyone thinks i am mad at them or something...honestly..Matts cool just putting down an old poem! I swear!)
You think that I like you?
And understand your history that made you?
I love the way you think you know me?
But you don't know a damn thing about me!
Like tears, you're just a minor little drip!
A threshold of dimensions of a false friendship!
Your insecurities make me stronger
And feed an unwelcome hunger
That makes me think you are so weak
I remember that peck on the check
Tears come in salt water drips
Dimensions of a false friendship
We are like two separate realities
Totally different philosophies
A mini war between two demi gods
Just like the rockers and the mods
I do like being your friend
But it Seems always easier to offend
And Drown in the floods of your tears
When You Realize I spoke truth about your worst fears
Falling I let go of your fingertips
And crash in the dimensions of false friendships