My Best Friend
I'm standing here looking down
hoping to see you again,
I want you to know that you are, my
oldest dearest friend,
You've been with me through
everything the hard times and the
good,
But I never treated you, as nicely as
I should.
I've woke up holding you as we laid
together,
And when your looking up at me I
always feel better.
We've been through some sticky
situations along the way,
In fact I can't remember the last
time you didn't wanna play.
We've worked and played more
times then I can even think,
And been in odd places, after having
ourselves a drink.
I think its time that I gave you
another beat.
As you just lay limp, between my big
belly and my feet.
Copyright © Jason Kirkwood | Year Posted 2012
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