To an Old Friend

by Adreamer

Oh my, oh my,
I love you ever so dearly,
as a wonderful best friend,
but it feels we hardly talk clearly.

Our conversations are blah
always the exact same;
a million sooooos and
you hardly play our games.

You are so sweet,
a great friend no doubt
but sometimes intoxicating
leaving me no way out.

I wonder if we'll meet
for real one day.
It'd be so fun and
I would have so much to say.

Well, Micheal oh Micheal,
what is it you think of me?
I have to run, I'm sorry,
of me you'll now be free.