the further the steps, the more away from once upon a time has any affect...
as the heart within a fool is wantin the feel somethin normal on the mind that refuses to give into interest...
chilled on ice cuttin time from emotions with a snap of a sickle...
the face hides truths held in as if a cycle turns eyes into missiles...
locked in with the absence of passion to relate to why others are not allowed in...
in the motion of goin inward to doin what's needed to save luv from the stench...
one to many blows have seen friends come n go before the promised end that came prior to wantin to eva walk away...
opened in different ways, the saloon doors found dust on rusted hinges along with the carvin of names purposely engraved...
displayin on the outter shell of what feels like a sleeve drippin with thoughts dried up n peekin back at life...
raw temptation suffers the most damage when the head can't seem to look up n witness the beauty of bein alive...
twisted textures like sponges drip to absorb what's been rung of what can never be...
rollin with hands that spin on clocks tick from seconds pushin to far gone caterin to endless dreams...
people all appear to have the same visual to sights followin movements orchestratin touch into the flow of collateral damage yet to come full circle...
toes crawl through days tryin to escape patterns that cringe of findin others joy more important than that there of ones own somehow hurdled...
restless minds fall under transitions runnin from the explosion that scares scar tissue into the ol familiar gapin wounds of desire overflowin with the rush pourin out...
as it's quiet sittin in the silince of solitudes cave in which echoes from time to time with lips that bounce to open the mouth...
chuckles are only found in mirrors that turn from the brutal chance to overcome the distance already traveled from others that for some reason cannot be trusted...
the tenderness is livin for a moment to sneak up on the fleein memories n one day come to terms with overthrowin the void of luvless...
believin interaction is the betrayal of self jus ignorin the attempt is as simple as tryin to live past the wall felt on impact...
smiles don't rondezvous quite like they once have partaken in the mystery of gettin to where comfort is more than intact with the none negotiable facts...
forcin space in the middle of reachin limbs as air slips through arms with a need to hold on to what they wanna feel as if no one can eva be tamed...
shuttin down can't dig any deeper due to the pit that only fills with the floodin of unwanted rains forced on to dry lands by fierce hurricanes...
as flirtation is wantin to meet self willin to admit to the honesty of use that's unable to live without an added addition lookin back like no other...
pain rambles with a voice from the inner makings of hope that cripples a friendship lost beyond lines that have been crossed as gone is as good as the reminder that they were merely jus another luv'r...
goodbyes only chissle their way in to the extremely gifted of fallin completely the fuck apart...
worth alone comes to the front lines at war with relations to protect what gets to close to ten toes up as luv's true untold art...
tears need not fall behind the scenes where words knock as if we didn't know it find a noose entangled with tones to dangle with...
as given up is those repeated patterns missed within untameable kisses left out to be blown away with the wind...
No comments:
Post a Comment