sonnet 27.8.13.

Im your last pal Id never switch or snitch
Few understand your sorry circumstance
Youre good to go for one last late night dance
And we dont grate each other not one glitch
Youre read high maintenance doll thats so rich
In other bytes the bitch with elegance
I know the folk whove felt your glancing lance
Your early eye rolls following cruel mouth twitch
So here we are just two platonic mates
Youre freshly ostracised more cold than fierce
Our social calendar recalibrates
Im trusted true by clear eyes that can pierce
We hold hands down a cold stone colonnade
Our misty banter rises moonlight made
Chorus colonnade archway mall