Hello old friend.

With a flick of shy don't notice me eyes, she hid from the prediction.

It was not fair this execution the life lived with contribution, and no disregard. 

She was smart with her mannerisms, she recognized the rhythm. 

Strung a sentence like a daily chain. 

To put forward the ideas of the on trial explain. 

The world was kinda petty and hard to fit into. 

Scrappy compression with a touch of sarcasm and a total range. 

Inner fight is just as important as the external fight. 

It's so dam hard to get it right. 

Grips, hand holds, the manners of the weary and the bold. 

Bloated corpses of the mind are far to easy to find. 

Hello old friend, what do you have to say. 

Is it good or bad news today. 

Is the world at a crumble, is the many a muddle, are you here to tell me it's over. 

That the uttermost has come out to play, that it's not comprehensible. 

That beyond has come to beacon and wants. 

Frightened by the pain, agonized by suffering around, she was reluctant to say anything. 

Best to be unnerved, but not demolished. 

I'm not one of those people who have a clue, over thinking is just a thing I do. 

There's always the stumble and fall. 

Every emotion is over due. 

So old friend we bond with intentions unknown. 

For lack of others goodness has worn your trust to a nub. 

And although I understand and have been through the same. 

I can't evolve or be elaborate on the matter, that's your shit to cope with. 

That's the thorn. 

And I could be all about you.

But shy away from the world as what I suggest, is way beyond what you have agreed to before. 

I just want to totally love you mistakes included, why does my comment make you feel long haul is a disillusioned. 

Can't you believe what's in front of thee. 
Fair enough as the unkind has warped your mind. 

Hate spite of the almost, has taken its effect on your worthy ness. 

So I offer what I can. 

The rest is up to you man.