tapped out n damn near done with writing out the things i wanna feel... seems here in the real world words find a reason to touch the creativity that relates to the minds wheel... spinning with everything i've already been through as time slips into a waste... n it's my face chancing the change of expressions unused due to the entrapment emotion has come to erase... rolling from the tongue as rhymes reach deeper to flush to temptations of solitude jus to know self... i crawl as i walk as the movement is seen with the drip that forms depths before eyes taking an interest to help... n as i refuse to live it up n gain a piece of mine i watch characters remind me of why i've come to withdraw from the tenderness of an other... i fear what people can do to who it is i am beneath the surface of my own face as if that's what they fantasies over as a luv'r... patience has found more ways to say what has been over exorcised through expressions read to be felt... leaving jaws in aw as that of my own jus wants to shut the yap as the head straightens out from its tilt... as it's too much time alone that rectifies the situation getting old as fuck when the heart jus wants to be luv'd... tired of the same ol bs night after night entertaining others when self goes without the display of someone willing to raise my own smile touched...
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