The replaceables...

How many can u luv before u have nothing else left to give?  Falling in between death relations as it's back to self jus wanting to live. As smooth as the feel sets fire to ur heart. In how many way will u be able to scrap away the char. In the round about like a rotating door that neva stops spinning. Wheres the limit to ur mind when there is no winning? When will u run out of emotions spent on the wrong ones? As faces change replacing hands that feel u in a touch. What's to become of enough is jus enough in a moment to end the chaos that confuses ur graduations even more? Sitting alone wondering who else is gonna water the time given when relations become a more. How many different ways can u attempt to correct situation after situation trying to hold that passion without the pain that sneaks up n finalized hope. At the ends of threads dangling from the sleeve where u wear the snip of nope. To what extent does luv'rs n friends give whatever is needed to be done prior to the loosening the hinges hanging on the strip? Creating space so someone new can invade the time set free from the fingertips. Are we bringing on the clever ones who knows how to get what they want? How many comfort zone must we go through to find that body clinging to skin laying flush? Giving true meaning to the effort thrown away by so many. Suck in a repeated pattern trying to go figure a way to get that good n plenty. N why does it take so long for the few with real intent to capture the endless pour if truths raining down? Why does the silence always replace their sound?