My Friend at times.

We would always be talking, With you being clumsy,

And at times we would get I'm like a mother.
caught.
We feel lucky,
But sometimes when we're
And we hope to go farther.
chatting,

The time seems to be short. What if I didn't met you.

That was my thought.

Arguments are hard to avoid,
Will fate leave a clue,
But we would then be good.
Or we would be naught.
Even when the other is being
toyed,
I'm always glad,
We do not seem rude.
Because I had met you.

When the pandemic struck, Even when your mad,

We would chat sometimes. You're there when I feel blue.

We thought it suck,

So we hoped to see the other