Mr. Jigsaw...

That threat that goes unnoticed in eyes around their luv... Not lookin at self as a possibility of a lil kiss n touch... As stares speak out when presence is known in a room... The gifted one no one wants yet they crave to see move... Jus walkin on by tryin to get to there from here... Whispers call out jus above the silence for their better half smells the fear... As the mind wraps around the outcome of what if sneakin peeks in my direction... Words never left the mouth reachin high expectations... Jealousy mockin movement attemptin to redirect the line of sight... Curiosity is the linger in the air they fight... Even solo artist catch a corner in the eyes attention... Jus passin on by add if the breeze was as me as what it fails to mention... The one that can't be trusted carries a weight of a past on my back wantin I stop to unload... Feelin it set back on my shoulders is relentless by others unable to let go... Warnings ring out jus beyond the connectivity of sound... I'm that mo fo labels as the hound... Back door mud day visits that once played their roll... Mr. Jigsaw piecing together multiples in between their legs as desires to explode... Layin down the game which is an act of not havin game to be played... Still the wind has carried my very own name... Feelin others keep their luvd ones away from the chance of me diggin in... N I'm not even on it as that alone bein the pain in my rib... I thought I shook the images once I went all in on luv n was released as a man... Maybe I should jus be a play thing n jus give they're women a hand... The way I see it is if there's castin of long looks of wonder my way... They ain't doin their job to make em wanna stay... As my mind is left with a thought that bounces back n forth... Stay true or feed in to the malarkey n regain myself as a whore... Felt hands is a past tense feel that shears goes away... Kevin me in the moment tryin behave... I guess this is they say women feel when the jus ain't pressed... here kitty kitty, lemme put ur mind to rest...