Sweet Friend

I just lost the best friend a guy

could have,

Seems strange and I don't know

why.

Just as soon as it began

it was gone,

and on some strange plain

I feel all alone.

I don't need fans.

I walk alone,

through the vain streets of man.

A strong rapport I was looking to create,

spending friendly hours laughing late.

It couldn't be helped I suppose,

alone again in repose.

The best friend a foolish guy

could hope to have had

Now alone, blue, and sad.

A feathered kiss in a violent storm!