For my friend, a poem

Sorry, I am not very creative, nor a good poet, but I wrote this for a friend, but will never send it, but I kind of wanted to so here it is.

If I weren’t so Naive,

I would believe,

that what is there,

isn’t just hot air,

and what I feel

Is actually real.

And I am more,

than just a chore.

But what I know,

is my life will flow,

and I will be gone,

before the next dawn.

Though what I seek,

is solved when you speak,

I cannot allow

what you have to fall,

because you are great.

And I am just more weight.