A touch of Truth...

It's not knowing how to let go compared to givin up on somethin u feel is right... Yet, gettin them to acknowledge ur truths is like a blind man fuckin with a mute doin time... The heart has no eyes for all it knows is the way it feels.... So to step away from someone with an abandoned luv still up in the air is needless to say as it jus becomes what is real... Comin to terms with the other end of what we wanna believe as it is a fucked up emotion wantin to stay... Findin depths upon the surface as they flow headed off to another place.... Bein left to luv the mirror in which they once stood still in... Arms will open elsewhere once selfish wants define needs of worth feelin self again... Adaptin to what's been felt linger its way outta the connection of what used to be... For time gives a moment of realization and another chance to breathe... Breakin ties that bond us as bound for our own self distruction as a distraction waitin on an others actions to pull us apart... As the thought kicks in on que that luv is truly an amazin art... One in which that doesn't fade... As there's many different faces willin to say our name... Unrollin with the tongue to taste the tone takin shape in to form of sounds wasted space... As nothin was ever meant to remain the same...