The point...

So what does it take to keep it goin once it begins..? After the scene is set of friends loosenin the fuck up from their origins... Who's who settlin in on nerves so smooth yet erratically... Jus past the touch of nakedness lingerin on a fingerprint spontaneously... Shimmy with me talkin jibberish for a bit so I know u follow the way it is I spit this shit... Bcuz I'm in wonder if intentions meant truly find their destination before they prosper... Liftin the sounds of listenin to the lingo breakin down relations not so proper... In the mix of unity injurin the texture of luv... What's what in eyes rollin on in disbelief before they're gone as the feels beginnin to lose the rush... Prior to the ends of walkin away to neva seein someone more than a luv'r again... Where's the want of will that missed the point of why in the fuck the fallin occurred in the still of the stand..? First place runnin to the back of the pack missin the point of relations... When's it time to step up in the minds demensions..? Watchin luv change into the bittersweet notion of nothin in return... Why do we have to hurt..? Maybe if telepothy had it's hands in the stake of emotion callin out we'd see the calm wantin to live... But yet in the aftermath of confusion no one wants to give... Losin a partner that roams into another's arms forgettin the good overshadowed by the bad... N it is truly sad... Time goin from the greatest thing ever to once upon a time bcuz egos jumped in the way... As the winds whispers n bled or the flame...