An album of words

Me and my buddy

Days come and go. Young and old passes by in rows./
Mouth spits fire, nose sucks away air, minds gets froze.//
Sun starts climbing heights. Suddenly falls down in the dark and elope./
Tides conquerors the whole ocean but at the end breaks down on shores.//
But i smile at my friend and ask him does he wants some more/
To drink. We inhale some, we walk together till the end of the road.//
Because we both know we will never loose each other./
Friendship is A bond that doesn't need any special phrases or a red rose.//