Control. It's never easy when the emotion kicks in.
 The mind gets comfy a bit n feelins roam. Grin.
 Yet that ol familiar pain reminds self of the possibilities.
 Tryin to hold on to the one thing that gives meanin to individuality.
 Luv. It's open or it's closed half way or a quarter goin shut.
 So easy it's hard to determine what can't be felt by touch.
 Releasin the depths to another is fatal to intensions.
 Yet time speaks as they listen to the fear u never mentioned.
 Scared n willin to give what's been sittin still.
 But will they ever hear u spill what's real?
 Issues. Careful lil insecurities that tap the nerves memory.
 Fillin a whole with another that fits n eases the sensitivity.
 Hidden n kept from jus anyone to relate.
 Havin patience in actions so there's no debate.
 Proof. Poof in an instant it can calm the beast.
 Or turn it's teeth on the hand that feeds luv's meet.
 Keepin the head on straight simply spins.
 Cuz we don't know who to trust once the tears touch the chin.