The pattern taken...

It's when the attraction tends to get in the way of findin who is beneath the look so desired... Relyin on an appearance as true colors from within makes it difficult to admire... The one standin before us as is in a shape or a face the shows the shallowness we cannot admit... As it only lasts so long before the game is over n the time spent is a waste gone to shit... Findin a friend through eyes unable to see the depths that refused to adjust to reason... N with doin so the end is inevitable like the changin of seasons... Connectin through touch for luv is fooled by the sexual technicality that plays the part... Makin relations plummet into the bitterness of a frustrated heart... With self to blame chasin after vanities image never holdin up... Knowin the need is deeper than the pattern taken towards the meanin of luv... Yet somehow we get caught up in the physicality of looks deceivin the mind... Thinkin beauty is the only thing worth havin to pass time...