Going Through Life Together

He makes me smile.
He makes me mad.
He'd like to stay a while.
But has to ask his dad.

I make him think.
I make him wonder.
I'd like to make him shrink.
But his size makes me plunder.

We walk together.
While we are holding hands.
We'll be friends forever.
That was one of my demands.

He asks me what's wrong.
Says I'm too quiet.
He knows I'm not strong.
And asks about the riot.

He and I have these complications.
These horrible issues.
When together I get these sensations.
Like I'll never again need a tissue.

Him and I we are going through life together.
I'll hold his hand and he'll hold mine.
And we'll be friends forever.
So that we will always shine.