Sunday, November 25, 2012

JoeyChandlerRoss


JoeyChandlerRoss
What makes friends so temporary? Is it the cold chill they give off like an afternoon January? Could it be the smiles they wear for miles on in, pleading for you to join in on there masquerade. I act dumb but to my own stupidity I was type casted as such unintelligible, incoherent being. Friends are a rarity, are they not? I feel obliged to speak for those who think in such doubt but all to hesitant to speak out... I release such frustration cause its more like a plague of what it really means to be...befriended... I wish to mend broken dreams, I hope set pride on its ear and allow him to hear my pulse for a change. I beg for change... As the homeless do... Hoping for a dollar in exchange... My memory
though lived and spoken in jest, they could never be refreshed, they can never be fixed or hacked or repaired... Or any other conceivable techy connotation. You ruined the word friend... And the meaning behind it... I gave you hints on its whereabouts...you just could never find it. I pray that GOD forgives me for my non forgiving heart... F.R.I.E.N.D.S. are temporary...and you played your part!

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