It's in that moment of silence when the thought of getting close on an emotional dip occurs. That fear that surges. What if it happens to be another lesson served when there's only one single nerve left? Scared is eyes watching the reverse of the loss in the visions blur at its best. Got hurt. Yup. That ache don't feel so good in the beat of an outta tuned chest. That test of finding out worth clings in ways splurges rip holes like a train wreck. Yet, on the hush, I crave the feeling of bein in luv. Of finding the design of passion flush n runnin free with its brush of touch. Oh the rush of such is like ripples on the hearts shore. But that feel of losing again is too much for when the empty has no more to pour...