Now n then to gone again...

 Influenced by lies seen coming from the get go.
 Never having a chance buy going for the gold.
 It's a twist to enjoy something fingers just wanna touch.
 Knowing the ends beginning rounds each mornings hush.
 Only wanting a bit of time to hold a memory that cracks a smile.
 Lingering slowly upon the inner banks of the minds shore line.
 Digging into the comfort of being alone with an other for as long as it lasts.
 Somewhere in the middle of the feel of having them before the clash.
 Making the most of ones own truths as life goes on.
 Opening up for their presence to become worn.
 In the moment of priceless for a split second falling into a spell.
 Thinking this is gonna hurt but oh fucking well.
 Trying to capture what just cannot seem to be caught.
 Just to let it go once it's been lost.
 Giving in to feel something for the worth in I'd short stay.
 Bouncing off the nerves as the face is engraved.
 Chiseled outta stone then broken with a chip.
 That's the scar that tells the heart took a blow that flipped quick from the lip.
 As good turns to bad in the middle of opening up.
 Just attempting to find a lil thing called luv.
 Held to escape the clutch in between shifting gears.
 As the emotion tastes the drips flavored tears.
 Strangers as one back to life after living the dream.
 All in all when done becomes silent screams.
 Holding on to the distance that was promised n unpaved.
 Uncharted territory on the back roads of the mind erased.
 Knowing the day would come for separate ways.
 But still, not to enjoy a lil time self would be to blame.
 So the flesh gives in to the poison passion possesses.
 Leaving that crave so fucking restless that caresses.
 What only they know that rests in your eyes.
 Just to wind up rolling them at an others word filled lines.
 Empty in a lil while to come sitting alone.
 Just after believing in every letter stretched as if cloned.
 From one mouth to the next sounding the same.
 As their tongue only claims to own your name.
 Listening to the verbalized mime hide untold truths.
 Acting out what's retrieved by the want of use.
 As nothing is ever left once the upon a time ago takes control.
 Yet to simply endure something so rare is in the roll.
 Shook n flung on a gamble to earn the damned.
 Stuck in a mindset as solo as it stands.
 Like a Ying and Yang with a heart hole puncher.
 Now n then to gone again chases it's own tails torcher.