Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Innards of my heart

Old friend,
Even if it wasn't face to face; tête-à-tête,
It was nice
You saw me to the bone,
Something I don't often show off. 
Fond of my skin, as most people are.

Perhaps I didn't see as deep into you, 
But I realise that is part of what makes you the way you are.
And if I am not mistaken, you did reveal more than normally.
Maybe you'll read this
And know it's about you
And understand how much I value our friendship.
Will you tell me now how to make the box?