To Z: Thanks for expecting the best.
I love you, man.
you sing your heart's cry in my ear
in a badass tone of course
but it is always pure, real, real talk
you come when i call
you tolerated the cold, hard tile
to give me your shoulder
you call me out every time
don't accept my mistakes
you expect better of me
fresh air when i'm drowning,
in the thoughts of tomorrow.
when i need to hear what i would say
i turn to you
you say it for me
a mirror of my words found in your thoughts
simple, i love what we have
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