Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Friend and rival


What do you and I really have in common
Besides laughter and inflated ego
Alcohol and common cause
A shared terror that our youth
Will wither and grey
Before we do something, anything

We hold, when you talk and I write
But our fickleness tears it down, always
Your heart, always beating
For the girls you can’t have
My conviction, subject to doubt
And change of season

To the end, you and I will still be
Locked in our incessant battle of wit and spirit
You with your charm and mind games
And I with my cruel, cruel truths.

3 comments:

Dorkmaster Flek said...

I'm not quite sure who this is about...

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Ooooooooooh I figured it out!

katie said...

i knoooooooooow who this is!!