And we fight,
But then again, that's the match of a candle light.
And we love,
Oh, dear friend your heart fits my soul just like my hand fits my glove.
And I annoy you,
But life without me would be so boring, so what can you do?
And you annoy me,
But at the end of the day I can still see,
How lovely you are through that frown on my face,
Though you tripped me with my untied lace.
And we fit just like the moon goes with the stars,
Though they are such different sparks.
And I don't even have to speak anymore,
I give you one look which says everything I needed a word for.
And every letter which I'll write,
You won't have to read, 'cause you've already met every piece of my mind,
And you already know what I'd have to say;
But you'll go through it anyway,
Just because, you don't mind making my day.
And we laugh about our little inside joke,
And you'd whine when I'd touch you my ticklish poke.
And you might be cute, you might be amazing, you might be even flawless,
And I might find myself giving you a look and maybe feeling hopless,
While knowing the fact that I so love you.
So, time to time, I'll throw you a clue,
Like writing this poem about me maybe loving you.
And you might be nobody's, you might not even be yours; I don't care,
'Cause I want to get you to swear
That if I am to be your rebellious angel,
You'll be my revolutionary human,
And that if I am to wing you and let you fly,
You won't just walk by.
And we'd have late night talks,
Mocking a life who mocks
Us and every other creature,
Developing a joke out of its every single feature.
And maybe, just maybe, time to time we would cry,
And maybe, just maybe, one day we'll have to say our last goodbye...
'Cause tick-tock, tick-tock,
Seconds are rolling on the clock;
A year passed,
Oh my dear, Neverland time will never last.
And you might even be beautiful,
But then again I couldn't care less, 'cause I only want you to be the terrible to my horrible.
-dedicated to my dear friend Ana Niculescu for her fifteenth birthday
