permanent is unknown to the tissue that holds the emotion in the heart... feeling goodbyes as often as interaction finds a so called friend that darts... leaving a trail of dust to get lost in... all in the middle of the moment jus trying to live... temporary devotion deprives the sounds of tones locked in the head the trigger the facts... hanging the neck on a limb so far fetched time exposes the dangle to the rain... twiddling new names that bring forth the pain that define their loss as nothing to gain... salvation is outlined by the power of the neglect... as luv in its own comes to terms with there's no need to invest... what should be will end up in the knowing of truths as the clock spins with expressions that cannot hide... rolling as if thunder growling to what's been deprived... stolen days upon years are the trophy like notches keeping scores as immaturities show their faces... tripping over the lines drawn coming full circle to being unable to feel the heart competing in the races... chasing the resistance of luv in others who no nothing of what it takes to become something better... saddened is the emptiness of the guard on the perimeter... with no chance of certainties that fall short of the gift that changes its mind... riddling it with the blank stares taking trying to figure out the riddles find...
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