No matter...

Misunderstood by the emotion that runs away with fantasies wanting to come true... Luv is the most selfish of all no matter the deed done or back that's been scratch gently it even raw... Whether they're in the presence of face value making one feel a certain way depends on use... Either good or bad it's the way they make us feel as if life were to pause... Lookin after self no matter if they stay or go we decide the mental state in which reason makes sense... Forever being jus a figure of speech leekin what will take the mind n run off... Without a thought process the heart will drift from safeties n all other lines of defense... Open to expressions even forgettin there is a like that maintains relations goin in at all costs... The feel of comfort steals us n tucks logic far from time that can neva be undone... Loosened to the whistle listenin as pain is both lettin go n receivin the simplest thing as touch... Like is one of those things where we can stand to be around the differences of deception imaginin luv... For it alone imitates n irritates lusts sucked up by words in the eventual fade of endless silence hushed...