here here here...

from the start words found their way through the ways of luv... tried on n stripped of every touch upon the texture forced from lettin it be known to a silent kinda hussssssh... tongues changin tone into the beauty of life comin out to play turned into an unfortunate event... n its times way of ridin the minds intent as well fuckin spent... from the beginnin til the now where i sit tapin at the story that ocuurs jus wantin to put it down for once... free is the will to pursue what lurks beyond the vision that can not get beneath he faces that reside as attempts... not once findin the bottle empty like the heart that lent emotions on another level of satisfaction as if a crutch... the twist was earned in a moment of every one of em standin in luvs grasp as that a way we went... it was the therapy of gettin it out here that drove my mind in circles so it wouldnt go outside of itself  wonderin wtf... in my moments of realization of who i am walkin in hand in my turn to be felt... fuck luv rekindles the resolution of what the next page delivers as becomin flush... as the help comes in the flow of passions melt... walkin away to remind us we are alone within the company wantin to be a part of somethin more than steppin on solo... they round the corner as the proof is in the wind that blows as a new scent here n there captures the necks spin... oh no!!! i think i know which way i like the entertainment of my grin... mentally feasible by potential livin in the moment of trust... but no one will ever know what temps the go ahead unless they were to read what those that have had me or still grips mits on to write n idky... this here is the clarity of the givin in to relations to feel a lil bit of a word like us... here without the lies...