Neva endin til it's all said n done... Barrels loaded as chambers feel the heat of unloadin the hatred of gums... In luv n war pleasure seeks the pain to come as usual as that mo fo called clutch is flawlessly abrupt... Unless friends are to be in luv with life n havin a lil more than the same ol same kinda fun... For along the backside is the six spun to create a visual effect as a trust factor in the middle of luv goin in on retrievin the term dutch... Without it the dreaded feel of exposure will be followed by bein hurt as worth gets to goin completely numb... N they say they'll luv u til there is no tomorrow n til the end of time as the legs spin like clock arms on the go of the run... As the nevermore appears to soon in its own time collidin with a yesterday to be unable to remember today's rush... Slippin their tongue on the sliver dippin a lickin down on their words stroked by reasonin upon ya belief in em as if the confusion sounds like a grunt... Thinkin thoughts thunk like, better hope the friendship exceeds the like of luv's touch... As gropin minds through stares n the display of motion is jus a mission to be happy as fuck... Lastin as long as it falls short switchin up the way hearts pump... Good is a change needed as bad decisions lookin in reverse was in all seriousness the wantin to pull through n tame the expression that sounds somethin close to ashes turnin into dust... Yet the mornin after they've went poof on their own way flingin fingers at bitterness that dismisses the wantin of kisses on the bum... As sittin still recalls the moments of how the passion was nothin more than poison temptin unreliable lusts... Left to remind self life ain't over till the end comes a callin, yet to pull off another stunt... Jus to figure the configuration of if it'll go the distance for once n allow the comfort in believin in em to come undone... Will they stick around long enough jus to be n live without any more unwanted lumps bruises or bumps..? Livin as two individuals in the unity of one layin naked n flush jus to be bared to an irreplaceable crush... In the clarification that the end is where air has no more use to the hunt... Accepted by luv... Doin away with the once upon a time type of relations that only reach for a sexual rub goin ooh ohh huh..? Within spendin the time of foreva, too soon finds its way back to the beginnings of thrusts... Feelin someone new due to the short arm of how betrayal breaks with the lies told goin with the winds flow to neva to walk away n such... The plan is to fall in luv with ya best friend that doesn't become a use to be in another time where ur limit to bein over is like an others tippin of the bottle jus to get drunk... Shit, only if a single face jus couldn't help but to smile n be real about standin side by side in life knowin the difference between need n want... Clickin the safety on the guns to on so the blood doesn't havta be scrubbed... It be nice to be felt in luv...