Poetry

Our relationship started many years ago;
And when we get together, things just flow.

We tend to break from time to time;
But when things get tough, I run back at the drop of a dime.

You are the home of all my brightest and darkest secrets;
Which also includes my heart, my greatest weakness.

You listen well but never respond, just how I like it;
Even when I ramble about things... a little less adequate.

No judgements or pressure, just a false set of ears;
A place to bind my emotions, even my tears.

Things may have started a little bit early,
But you my friend, are called poetry.