Anything, but dull

Over your comment, I began to mull

I had to drill it into my skull

I could be anything, but dull

Our friendship came to a standstill

My fondness of you, I want to kill

It sure will require some skill

Animosity begins to fill

My heart doesn’t need a pill

I only need to exercise my will

To descend the friendship hill

Calling me dull, my confidence, you grill

You emptied my cup of thrill

I cut you off, like a frock’s frill

You can’t land my mind in peril

A better friend than you, have I

He thinks of me as the apple of his eye

My love for him will never die

He is sweeter than apple pie

With his support, I shall soar high!