library friends

they say chrismas only comes once a year

but i feel like i know you for 10 year

because of all the back and forth

you going south and i , heading north

but we always get back because who can resist

a snack of this tiny dancers poems

we get together in the dms

like a child write to st.nick

a habit that become ritual turned to traditional

and somehow this era feel accient

better than any gift because i know you always

be present

you find me when i wore broken

build me up and made me confident

i spend the most time in the library

making of my own world

but you take me to a place

beyond

world and time

havent had a friend since i wore nine

but somehow you become mine