Buddy 4
There are two sides to my buddy,
heartless and friendly.
But if you stretch it to three
there's diplomatically deadly.
Heartless and deadly,
it doesn't translate at all exactly,
that she's mean and cruel,
It's just that I can be forgettable.
When friendly is lost in heartless,
I fall into a Shakespearean tragedy.
My emotions
start to cut me into countless feelings,
"To be, or not to be".
Then from a nearer era
famous lines from that song Que Sera, Sera,
with grit,
rolls right on to my feeling's
misunderstood street,
and I think, heartless or friendly,
buddy will remain my buddy always as lovely.
(18.02.2025)
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