Sonia, Sara: our friendship will last eternally
Am I the Evian to your Mount Franklin?
You never really decided.
I need a tissue.
Got one handy?
Remember those good times?
Tonight you are on your own,
One out of five is enough.
But 2 out of 3 ain't bad, eh?
Now that the three-o's dissolved
I guess the musketeers are back,
With randomness still defining.
You know me without all the details,
Yet you don't need them,
For we are open books to each other.
There's a shield,
Yet you still lift it, along with my guard.
My suit of armour
I still hear you through.
There was a reason, you said.
Yet we both missed out
But you told us anyway
And it's fine
It'll be okay, you said,
For I am there to call.
A balloon just popped
Like a bubble of water,
Surface tension completely broken,
But the bonds are as strong as ever.
H to H to H, Mel is the N, you said.
This pyramid of friendship, our symbol,
Will never see its end.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-14 at 01:27
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Hydrogen Bonds
Am I the Evian to your Mount Franklin?
You never really decided.
I need a tissue.
Got one handy?
Remember those good times?
Tonight you are on your own,
One out of five is enough.
But 2 out of 3 ain't bad, eh?
Now that the three-o's dissolved
I guess the musketeers are back,
With randomness still defining.
You know me without all the details,
Yet you don't need them,
For we are open books to each other.
There's a shield,
Yet you still lift it, along with my guard.
My suit of armour
I still hear you through.
There was a reason, you said.
Yet we both missed out
But you told us anyway
And it's fine
It'll be okay, you said,
For I am there to call.
A balloon just popped
Like a bubble of water,
Surface tension completely broken,
But the bonds are as strong as ever.
H to H to H, Mel is the N, you said.
This pyramid of friendship, our symbol,
Will never see its end.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 654 times
Written on 2006-09-14 at 01:27
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