a shell of hollow cynicism,
is that all that remains
of a kindred spirit i once admired?

have the waves so tossed you around
have you grown calloused and hard with every passing heartache?
now that the sparkle in your eyes has dimmed
and your steps have become heavy?

so people never disappoint to disappoint
so you've learnt that
when the merry world turns crimson
and the roses grow thorns what then?

do i have the right to be disappointed??
with all the delusionment, and griping?

especially when these old friends seem familiar to me

anyway
recently many things have well
been very interesting
honestly
so many black and whites fading to grey
and honestly i dun noe how to repsond anymore
i dun want to see you cry,
that look in your eyes you have sometimes just cuts so deep
but i dun noe how else......
argh

sometimes i wish it didnt seem as if i was the one tainting the waters