Glue
I think I'd better stop being like a glue,
Patching up her, him, me and you,
Being the always first one who said "How'd you do?",
Oh God, did you ever wonder what I've been through?
Friendship lasts forever, you say?
How about a simple text, telling that you're away?
So I think I'd better stop,
All hopes, I better crop.
Oh, maybe I'll meet you.
Maybe after a year, or possibly two.
8Nov13
ps: Tough year ahead!
When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Tough hati, tough physically! Hayya alal falah!!!!
