Change

Two strangers in old writings, overly formal, lost in chain
head twisted; body caught in lies.
Selfishly placed thoughts-faith this irony haunts me, intentions were riddled with self.
Still,  
I hold these dreams
I hold this faith
I throw away the original goal,
 
You are my friend
 
We will have that day.
I promise you the joy.
Ignorance thrown in these messages I send to you
everything inside.
 
Burn the excuses let the fabrications rot
burn this bullshit
burn these pathetic lies
 
Let it be two strangers
,hand in hand,
we will stand stable.
Held up with small conversations  
over the phone,  
whatever yell, whatever hatred
I won’t let go,  
won’t drag you down.
 
Stand together.
Walk together.
 
You are my friend