Caught up in self thought,

Folding, bending and mending this quizzical note.

Sitting here writing, but not afraid to stumble,

Relishing the air breeze as i scribble.

Ending sentence with a fine dot,

For my mind is a maze but too short.

I did nothing but stare,

Thinking that having a friend like you is so rare.

As I ponder upon my own decent reflection,

Wishing for the time spent with you moved in slow motion.

You are the only one, and one of a kind,

The kind of friend that i will never leave behind.

What overpowers the sun's precious flare,

The ups and downs that we share is what I care.

Too far to reach but never out of sight,

It's you, It's you I see nothing else but a guiding light.

❥❥

::a Little Bit of This & That::