Bad Chinese Food With Andrea
We polished life's little treasures
underneath the cranky red dragon
Fried noodles crispy and curled like our tongues
when the world was a mix tape of our perfect songs
We sat on green vinyl for hours
with clear soup and it's scallions grown cold
While mulling our thoughts and perfecting our dreams
Though but a memory, quite real it still seems...
We made mental notes of sweet air
and the spice of our food set afire
You still mean to me what you did in our youth
amidst all the lies, sifting through to the truth
We left arm in arm in the rain
and nodded a bow to the Koi
My friend, will you meet me, it will do us much good
to rehash all our thoughts over bad Chinese food...
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