Friends

I picked a bell having a positive heart
Since then it serves me
Making my dreams tremendous
My clock
It is a liability too many may be
The traffic lights in my life
The gist of my cooking food was in that bell

That’s why beans germinate
I branded him my poison n too vices
Warden of my heart and soul
At times also to my language attire
You are a dictionary to me
It put it away from carbon copies