I could rise up,
Lift my spirits,
Take a fresh walk.
You just pass by
And nod
With disagreement.
We argue,
And the love grows
Like old wine.
We have been
Good friends,
To be
Pretending enemies.
We are close,
So we collide
Like diamonds
And rusty metal.
Leaves of happiness
Fall
And become
Leaves of sadness
When we step
On them.
editors note:
Frenemies? – mh clay
