My "Bad" Friend

My darling, my love, my dearest friend:

I write these lines 'bout your bitter rant,

Which your God only knows and understands.

Though Conscience tells me to stop and pray,

For enlightened mind; though they're silly words.

While mouths speak once, the heart will say

The passion and tenderness for which you yearn.

And though I too am foolish and cease

To speak of struggles driven by madness,

I bite my tongue so that you may find peace

And speak only words to change your heart of sadness.

I write, though pained, for you asked me to

And so, my heart writes this as I take a poo.

Disclaimer: The last line of this poem was written by my friend, for my friend, strictly as a joke. Please do not doubt my writing capabilities and professionalism because of the silly, though hilarious ending.