Hello old friend. How've you been?
Last we spoke were firy words of fury.
Friends no longer. The end of you and me.
Times like a maniac with a loaded gun. Waiting for no one.
You became a memory. I had believed you were sonewhere magnificent..living your life so free.
You are like a crab with a hard shell to protect your delicate inside.
So gentle in there. So kind.
But to the world you are not. Just tuff as a rock.
Dont forget I know your true. And all the good you can do.
Im sorry this happend to you. Im sorry you changed forever.
But im glad through the smoke and lost memories. Even after the fire..the fury.
I still remained. The impact i must of made.
Friends again for sure.
Ill help you remember the things you've forgot.
Yes I'll help..why not?
Im sorry you lost them.
Lets go find em'




-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016