grahams.

It’s funny how your name sounds like my favorite biscuits.

You are a breath of fresh air in my toxic world.

Just right after I called everything quits,

You formed me like a pot from a clay that broke.

Like a sister to a brother, you annoy me

Your laughter is a paint of yellow

Like a signboard I wasn’t warned about

I changed lanes with your bubbly hello.

I came as a joke that you made true

I was just kidding with a kid like you

But you turned our laughter to happiness

And we shared each other’s sadness.

I opened the back door for you

I didn’t know you’d actually come in

Now there’s no going out

Because you can never come again.#