Tell it like it is...

Describe to me that image of who it would take to get in ur head... Do I fit the description u seek as that silhouette u hold at night feels lonely in ur bed... Talk to me in a room with no lights on n find out what it be that u know nothin of... Do u have a face from the past plastered  on it as if ur n luv.?. Words only find the beginnings of what's to come if u have realized we don't know who it is to remain... Speak as ur tongue will neva lie to the one that shall become ur friend... Am I to move to the side while ur search continues to evade every attempt to dig in.?. Can a stranger come along n feel u the way u need to be felt.?. Listening to that voice of reason escape through touch that caters to tge skin that feels like felt... How does ur crave work n intend to slip into a set of arms with what we all consider, the time of day... Figures don't come with depths on the sleeve unless immaturities have grown into the meaning of names... Who is it u wanna collide with as if u can tell from the vanity that has lied so many fuckin times... As the mind trips over the heart, what is it u truly wanna find.?. U see, individuals make the money, the money doesn't make the individual... N when it comes to emotions, the way relations flex, don't make ur happiness impractical... Can u shift the shadow u know nothin of beneath me.?. Could I possible be that dream u seem to wanna believe.?. Tell me to my face I could keep it movin n you'd be jus fine to go on with ur life... That is if it's not me you'd like to feel inside.!.