C Is My Best Friend

Poetry

C is my best friend. Her name has O, Fs and Es. O as in Obsession, F as in Freedom And E as in Enthusiasm. But C should also have As. A for Anxiety and Addiction that C creates in me When her fragrance runs down my nose.

Can you guess, who C is? Or should I ask her to come out of her tiny room? C’s quite shy. Stays in a little place. And hold a tiny place at my home but has my heart, darling. After all, C is my best friend.

I like her dark color, as much as I love the lunar Halo. While in the talk, I ask her so many questions. I hope C doesn’t get offended.

I offer some warm water, C loses herself into, and helps me see through my thoughts. In days when I want to have a sweet conversation, I ask her if C wants some sugar. C agrees mostly.

Through hard times and celebrations. Accompany to my days and to my nights. I can talk to her and never feel judged. Thanks, C. And I don’t want any day with “Long time no C”. Because you are my best friend!!