I'm not that illusion wasting in Ya head I know. Seems even I've been overlooked by those I've stepped to. N the thought drifts on y so many think I run with the wind. Truth is a man doesn't get to choose the direction of true emotion wantin to be a bit more than friends. Yet settled in the comfort of layin with what allows him to breathe. Watching one by one of those catching curiosities void waltz slowly away. Neva knowing the man within intentions as fair is irrelevant to her check list as he fades. Scandalous is but a single word plucked to describe the behavior of such shadiness. On as they go unable to compliment the realization of a man's heart callin to his choices happiness. N the way it goes is the chew chomping the utter disregard in pure passion that fades before touch could Eva resemble the end of seeking what will Neva turn astray. On her way to a life more than likely that'll prolly go unfulfilled in the changing of names. Sittin sails in the blowing from one coast to the next shoreline seeking a sunset so fuckin rare. N there's no say so in his tone as females wonder y he turns out to be something other than what she's needing him to bare. N it's the circumstances of who has the say so blinded by a man's honesty in the chase of willingness to give to that one of billions. Lost in the catch phrase of vein in luv with one in a million. Surly noted that men cannot jus open up to jus any preying opposing gender feeling him cutting loose. Getting on n finding a way to live with her life attempting to wrap him in arms he didn't visualize tightening as if a noose. Truth be told the tenderness a woman seeks within a man is in the way he commits with his mind in the initiation at a moment's notice following her away. Not that of her tailing his movements for the odds of him being captivated is not as often as his claim. It's a complex design in which we deliver self at the tips of ties in full bloom of luvs taste. N more than often without a second look-see bcuz if the lack of understanding he fades. Winding up in an others grasp half heatedly tripping on the game. Knowing what resides beneath the show activating the simplicity of relations in n outta the fame. His minds not on the gain as the pain lingers in the ever after vein recruited by an individual that chooses him. As it comes into focus that both are playing under the same rules n guidelines as he let's go to feel to other side of where's he's been... We are all seeking the same fuckin thing.... Someone in which we choose to share depths runnin through the flings...