How can a man miss the feel of a woman when he's never felt one on a regular in his life.?. As those that have came n gone only resemble the figure n n the way it moves so rapidly through the mind... It's hard to relate to what a woman is when relations have had the opportunity to feel in deep in depths... With the mystery still yet to be seen time laughs as the emptiness in the other side of the bed... Where's the wonder to wander when a thought winds up to be the single mindset dreaming of the need wanted.?. Finding every round about circle back to self as if wasted movements that retract n day away from the loveless... How can eyes witness women from a far yet never up close n personalized when touch drifts with space.?. Watching them walk away thinking that queen b shit that's so over rated stretched across their face... Who's hope is it to late have that refuse to ease the tension as the body aches... Fake females are more than none to drive a make completely insane... So what's the deal when behind event lines when steps were thought to be for the better as friends.?. N why is it fronts are put on to linger with the long term effect of never finding something real.?. When bitches are happy to be jus that as emotions are pealed... It's unreal due to the fact that boys are craved over created men willing to do the distance... Not knowing what a true woman is as girls all there is to be found as they're so fuckin defiant... Causing the chaos that tends to mistreat what not change in to what they see for for a man to be... When all we want is a lil lady to set herself free from the goofiness n live free...
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