my version to the madness...

beneath the fingers where the art of story tellin is brought to life... hi.!. this is my version tappin through the movement of my very own vibe... her in a man made time that isn't exact to the creation that's been rebuilt so many times prior as that's a different state of mind... i rely on my best friend restin within that reside awoke n diggin the sights... on my very own as attachments rise like a pant leg to small... waitin on the flood to feel that raw emotion shut the fuck off... here in the middle of this chaos with u sittin alone away from claws on paws lookin the body up as if in a pause... i have flaws... a set of balls... fuck it... i luv bein a part of this shit... as an open book to relate so we know we ain't so alone if the world we create as crazy when released from the lips... like a six shooter from the hip takin precise aim for the correction are intact with the rib that runs from the contact until i cannot go with out what i'd miss... real... yes i can feel... passion is not new to me... for i've luv'd in a so deep it tore me in two tryin to move on into a different life so i knew i had a chance to dream... i got fucked up... bcuz i tried on luv... the rush took over n i hadn't a chance in her eyes that were perfect when sight makes htem seem damn near flush... missed n done, i'm good... as i sit n work n sleep n repeat the pattern like i should... could so i would n i did as bein alone sux but it's better than what i cut loose...poof.. hell no... i like a different kinda moans... when i go home i hope i ain't alone... i'll be gone... i want someone no one else can have n that's no bullshit... i wanna talk to someone who can write back line for line with me spittin words from lips in the middle of a kiss... flyin birds til the tips piss off everyone who thought less of me at the lowest point holdin on to the reason of self twisted... but i luv it... i have my version to the madness... shit happens...