By Joshua A. Apolonio
A friendly enemy. Yes, that’s what he is.
Fast as the wind, friends in nippy bliss.
Paradise he said, but I can’t feel any.
He is a dungeon where I can be free.
Deeply inside, I really can’t tell.
Am I in heaven, or am I in hell?
I feel so awkward, I’m sorry my friend.
But loving you, I feel like a living dead.
We can be a friend, which is no problem.
But your fantasy dream is a magic realism.
You are sweet and tender, I give my gratitude.
I shall break the silence and have the fortitude.
My dear individual, you are my friend.
Trust me; this friendship will not be ended.
Well, I’ve known you yet for a coincidence,
But today, and sooner, sure we’ll be friends.
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