Talk, talk, talk   I thought I ran out of words Until I realized I had pages and pages I felt heartless and bitter Until I realized I had a good friend During the times of sadness and sorrow You showered me hope of a better tomorrow No qualms at our childish bouts Instead it let our superlatives sprout And when we shared each other’s thoughts Seemingly paradoxical wrought We expressed and felt it sublime Like the morning sun and the dew drops Under the veil of sadness and laughter We talked, and talked, and talked.   Last edited: 25-Nov-11 03:40 AM