When u can't say what u would normally the way you usually could.
It doesn't mean ur not bein yourself by tryin to change in the way u once stood.
For every once in a while the nibble on the end of the tongue is selfs redirection.
Tryin to find the words with the right tone to show an other they're worth the inner inspection.
Hopin to assure someone that the brutal harshness isn't needed in relations.
Checkin the complexity of the situation that gives purpose to the other individuals emotions.
Rearrangin the delivery so the I as me comes across to the ear so unique it's filled with understandin.
Jus cuz this one is worth the realization of maturity that climbs from the truths never demandin.
It's the growth from somewhere deep enough to feel the meanin surfacin thru verbal communication.
N how we represent our luv for a special someone is in the way of becomin real with expectations.
The twist of straightenin out language to the point of hearin self in the other end bein felt.
Is only the importance of an other fillin a space life no one else has as gettin at it is no longer on tilt.
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