A friend of a friend
You were my friend
You were my zen
My peace and thought space
But what are you here
Without me you are there
Not a friend but a thought
A thought that is shot
Gone and lost
You are just tossed
But who am I without your zen
Just a piece in a space
And I hope I'm not waste
A waste to the taste
Of this fast fate
But this is just a dream
No you are my dream
You are my zen
YOU ARE READING
The sun of a girl
PoezjaA poem collection. Happy, sad it's all deep inside my mind. Come take a look I'll escape you into this place and time.
