Friends
The praises of beauty flowed through
How slowly and beautifully I cried too
While I was thinking our past present future
You were thinking you the earth
And I the moon
I think sometimes
Whether it is the right place right time
But this time is also a time
Where I would recall the bond
Between nickel and dime
These memories of the past
And fabrications of the future
Are nothing more than the daydreams of my present
I lust for entanglement
You confuse in bad judgment
I only think of the present sweet sweet lewd
But you with the enlightened mood
The future now conclude
Half full glass of mine
And half empty glass of yours
But you seem to forget that we’re the same
Originated from the bottle on the frame
I care not for the hurt to come
You are the present I desire
where the hurt is from
If I told you I wish to rewind the past
I doubt you were recast
Because you worry
Of things that might hurt
and things that might not last
By: Emma Chen
