the stuff friends are made of.
Broken panel of misfits
hurt in angst
lost in a barren world
of swirling monochrome
Life flashes slowly by
speeding like a snail
across the pavement
towards the inevitable crunch
on the cement.
Somehow we met
our lives intercrossed
and evading the inevitable
we got damn comfortable
Tantative, hi
a quick wave with a smile
as we pass each other by
starts the gravitation.
Like puzzle pieces
torn and dirty
outcast from society
we match and fit;
our little miracle.
Thus the beat of life rhythms anew
with such an unspeakable thrill
and we know,
it won't be a breeze
but a gale
in full bloom;
such a beautiful storm.
I love you brwncws and oac(razy).