i've said it so many times n all i wanna hear is to be returned to me for once... as the mind goes on with the shadow that carries no name n no hunch... knowin it isn't only my ears livin this singled out waste of life enjoyin to moments talkin to myself... but at least the honesty pours out here as fingers feel their way along the letters as if a woman lookin for a lil comfort that helps... i've spoke of depths that remain to be felt as in many ways relate to show there's someone not like other rests within me as on the shoulders the head tilts...
as traces of where they've been come to life in someone other than who they were in their own past... as the heart clings to the display relived as they are not as alone they thought runin from what they cannot outlast... healin due to the fact my story resembles the pain once applied to the luv shared with an other that flipped n spun to gettin on in a different direction... sayin what is lingerin without a way to get it out sits my version of the torture we put ourselves through as circles find the blade reinserted over a course of time with no protection... as the sweepin off the feet even rounds out to the more joyful moments under the presence of luv...
touchin on a body made to excite intents curiousities comin to life layin flush... as human as expression can fill a void or release the lettin go of givin in to someone who doesn't deserve worth... her in life i've come to dig within as we are all the same as we jus need a voice most cannot find so i lurk... dippin in to the internal passions goin in every which way... as i even help the understandin of all the lil self proclaimed games... i've spit raw n i've come through as soft as the tenderness could feel on the taste of a read along... n i've even been wrong as the corrections of self has learned to tell a tale of confusion that either does or does not belong...
as traces of where they've been come to life in someone other than who they were in their own past... as the heart clings to the display relived as they are not as alone they thought runin from what they cannot outlast... healin due to the fact my story resembles the pain once applied to the luv shared with an other that flipped n spun to gettin on in a different direction... sayin what is lingerin without a way to get it out sits my version of the torture we put ourselves through as circles find the blade reinserted over a course of time with no protection... as the sweepin off the feet even rounds out to the more joyful moments under the presence of luv...
touchin on a body made to excite intents curiousities comin to life layin flush... as human as expression can fill a void or release the lettin go of givin in to someone who doesn't deserve worth... her in life i've come to dig within as we are all the same as we jus need a voice most cannot find so i lurk... dippin in to the internal passions goin in every which way... as i even help the understandin of all the lil self proclaimed games... i've spit raw n i've come through as soft as the tenderness could feel on the taste of a read along... n i've even been wrong as the corrections of self has learned to tell a tale of confusion that either does or does not belong...
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