Don't be upset if you call me your best friend but I don't.
I had two, close to my heart. But I lost them. Both are sleeping six feet deep in the ground.
In the hearts of Bavaria and Niamey.
I am my own best friend. I'm lost in a way.
YOU ARE READING
Lost in me
PoetryWords from the deepest part of my blood red heart. Pouring up everything with each heartbeat. I'll show you my mind...but you can't reach it.
