It was long ago, this time we met,
In days now blurred, though we can’t forget.
We had good days, and bad ones too,
We talked so little, yet our hearts just knew.
We thought of each other, quiet and deep,
Imagined a friendship we longed to keep.
Secretly building, though we never said,
What silently grew, where the dreams had led.
And now, so recent, a shift took hold,
Closer than ever, our story told.
What caused the change, we do not know,
But closer and closer, we chose to grow.
We are cracy mad and idiots are ,
So called friends like Tom and Jerry.
We are the spiritual half, I feel your heart, and you do so mine.
We feel the moods, the unspoken thought,
In laughter, in silence, the comfort we sought.
We argued over nothing, yet found our way,
Listened, comforted—our hearts would stay.
The secrets we shared, so raw, so true,
Were treasures we knew none other could view.
We hurt each other, but not by intent,
Each quarrel a spark, soon softly spent.
For now we promise, a vow we make,
A bond unbroken, for only our sake.
All memories, poems, the laughter, the tears,
The chats, the fights, the passing of years,
Locked in our hearts, where they will reside,
Ours alone, never shared, never denied.
When we leave this earth, as all must do,
Let the whispers of us fade quietly too.
For in this world, we shared a rare trust—
A love, a friendship, forever just us.
The cracy mad idiots we are.
Between me and my mind...
For my mind as promised..
Sikaran
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