My BFB. My partner in crime.
At least - once upon a time.
And when you leave,
You just don't know
The grief it really put me through.
But leaving really's not enough,
Communication cut too.
I don't know what you're feeling,
Really feeling, through and through.
Once upon a time there was
A pair that never parted
And now it seems that all we have is
As if it never started
But hey, I miss you,
I still love you,
It hurts to see you cry
Or sorrow or anything for that matter
Since I didn't say goodbye
At least I know that you will accept me
In one form or another.
Just know I still love you, and forever
If you can let me, please, just allow me.
And as for parting words from this post,
I just have to write in prose.
Dear BFB,
I love you girl, always will, and I am so glad I did know you. I don't know if I know you, because I know that you've changed. All I want to know is if you still want me around - I'm trying, I don't want to let go, but if you want me out, just give me the word. I miss you and our gay monkey, Peggy.
--This post was brought to you by dryness and terrible poetry.--