born to blade;raised to FLY
to my best friend
losing youcould very well belosing my definitionthe smile across my facethe sun in the skythat darkens when the signs of a dark agecloses in upon the worldyou arethe littlest fibre in my beingpulling this threadwould cause the carpet to crumbleto piecesi might remain for a long long timea wandering soul in the desertlooking for that oasis i needi need you meng.many things i've saidmany times i've just closed my eyesand wonder how i got on without youi know i canbut i don't want to yetthe most wonderful platonic thingthat has ever happened to mebring me back to Victorian timeswhere i can lie back withfriendship loveno notion of bloody romancethe things you do for methe nights you stayed up to talktimes i failed to tell youyou're still the best boybut i always say what i likeignore you and walk over youthat when i tell the truthyou have already leftthe truth isi call you darling not to be vainbut because you've warmed my tiny heartincapable of loving you moresotell her you love herand i will love her as you dobut please don't leave me yeti think i still need you here.love,jonk.