the goochie in the rib...

no rhyme can express the feel betraying the emotion withheld in the chest. there isn't a singee line that will even attempt to hold the meaning of what's been laid to rest... as time unraveled as friends retract into a state of strangers as if relations jus didn't exist... not one word is willing to step forward n even try to swim with the dribble upon the lip.. as life talks shit with its legs spinning to get way from all that's gone wrong in the past... quick n in a hurry to redefine the good times before they pass... some go solo jus wanting a moment to rectify the moments that changed who it is they've become as emotions have been smashed... wondering if the trust was still alive, how long would it truly last... seems letters make up a vocabulary that form different outcomes falling outta the mouth... jus to be staring at someone new looking for the feel of acceptance as friends have been found... rolling with the way two mingle in the middle of life's lil twist so smooth in the way it goes down... as finding the effect of being affected by someones touch softly bound... or wither away under yet another past tense of special losing the will to jus be happy n live... not many have anything more than selfish needs to give... as there isn't a phrase to capture what it is that's felt with the misplacement of the goochie in the rib... as lies from promises become loose trips down memory lane with chuckles released the jibs... n even though we claim never to open up to the same ol tiring azz bs again we fall head over heals in luv... hoping every fucking time there is no other to come after what stands before eyes that give that rush... in for the long haul comes the signals taken in mental notes trying to figure if in them we can trust... as it's motions within th e actions that speak in ways life truly finds itself wrapped up with what never was...