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A bond like ours is like a bud, Innocent with no identity to mud or blood. A bud is small and delicate, It describes our bond as I dedicate. A flower bud is fragile and vulnerable, Giving our bond a name is unreliable. A bud has full potential for growth, So is our bond and must be nurtured by both. Let's not rush our friendship to the unknown, Rather let's allow it to be grown. I do care about you, I do like you, But it's not to the point where it turns into love. The words you spew , Only you know if they are true. I only asked for a good time, And you gave me a dish of grime. My tongue may be coarse, I say words with no remorse . I just want to know our course, Because what we are doing looks like force.