Missing... / Will It Be Ok?

I miss our friendship
i miss our laughs
the female figure that tore us apart with violence and rage is past
a former friend lead to a path of hate, or at least a similar fate
im sorry, i was wrong
its such a juvenile action and i apologize

i miss the old days
before we were all ripped apart
before disdain and awkward glaces held our hands through time
the good times
the life i never wanted to end
bring it back
retrieve those memories...

make them a reality



i must admit, i am one to live in the past, but i am always looking forward
can things ever be the same?
or even similar
will things ever be ok?

may we speak on this matter?

...you cant even see this...

or wont


or refuse to


life is too short for these bickerings and rivalries

kill the drama
murder the angst
let us regain the spirit or old
or forever be spiraling into the dark decent of petty social crime


when will this end?
will this end at all?
will it be ok?

im not sure

soon the movement will begin

a march on this reality to chip and scrape and break away all this stone to reveal the sweet center of true and real life

will it come back?
will we revive the body of our old lives?
will it be ok?


is this potent enough?
does this venom sting?
no, the venom hasnt pumped yet, soon, and indeed so.
will it be ok?



...no.




...?





patiently waiting to release his poison and rekindle forgotten brain matter,

<3