not here...

tasteful names of deceit is all i know... luv'n rivals of opposing genders with unwanted thrones... friends to foes as strangers reemerge... with tongues that speak of nothing more than slurs... closet enemies have watched my back... as far from the distance traveled walk amongst my path... faces changed with the turn of heads on spins that swiveled... losing time as a loss for their very own pleasure... felt to be failed for selfish needs... seems every one of them hated to see me breathe... as both decides one separate life was to be unattached... disintegrated into the thin air in which blew their breezy scent as of yet unmatched... loons outta control as hate refills drained emotion with distasteful flaws... once a sight to be reckoned with cracks its hairline fracture one to many impacts breaks a squaw... shuga britches run with crazy legs as hearts have a conflict of interests... as the collide is remembered with the memories left to die with differences that diminish raw uncut foul mouth crisp n to the point linguists.. .as the mentioning of referral boils to jus go.!. claiming to be the one as willingness reacts in the mirrors chrome... betrayal buries body bags with thoughts stuffed into the drift walking away... all from a lil twinkle in the eye that found nothing more than the vanity butt fucking naked as the best with no debate... lies talk sooner than the mind can grasp what's good n who's fucked in the head... taking out pleasures of lusts not only upon the surfaces of beds... depths wrap around the clinch of being to late... stuck with an implant of a waste of faces captured in places unable to relate... palms find the shady sides of a few trees after the rendezvous goes off course... as no more... as routes are detoured... roots being torn... lifestyles are chosen over the desire to continue with the landfall sliding down the backside of no return... it hurts... friends never make it out alive... from the beginning of a new found life to the dead end of poetic pride... nothing matters in the middle of the mix... it's all chalked up to bullshit... the feeling... the desire... pain even takes a side step as luv is retired... making a stranger come out to play only seems to lose base with reality... bcuz after it's all said n done, it's back to individually... knowing their eyes said they were down from get go... as it now goes... my life, one simple rule... worth plays no fool...