An Old Friend

I visit a old friend

when I have enough of this world

we don’t talk,we just smile

for things we have been through,

few laughs.. some cries

and alas we would silently die.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:

Writings to Heaven