Extending hands to cold shoulders
Gives my fingertips a chill
Wondering why this could be
The manifestation of ill-will
Ill-will? Could it be?
Or a stroke of jealousy?
Not understanding what is the cool
Inherent inside of me
The cool, the suave
The natural ability
To create a ring of circles
That easily surrounds me
That fence guarding your heart
Is an awful sight to view
How do you stall before you start
While allowing anger to accrue?
Humble beginnings---I'm no better than you
Both working on that list named, "To-Do"
We all have faults, this much is true
But in friendship which comes, the effort is times two
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