Musings, Poetry dear best friend 07/14/201707/17/2017by stickysituation There must always be a number two To take your hand To guide you through A backup in a system sometimes broken The glue to mend a shattered heart Someone with whom no words need always be spoken One shall not be alone in a strife Ones and Twos are partners for life Share with:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related