Feeling the need in leaning in to someone to feel them again me... Damn motion of landing is the only thing I can think of lost in daydreams... Yet loosening up to let one in is at the fingertips of what never was... Or will be if I can't open up n feel her touch... As the mind wanders upon the smoothness of her skin... Lost in my thoughts to the moment it takes to show n tell what is to surface from within... Waiting to hold the comfort of her body tight... If at all for jus one single fucking night... To come alive in her presence to be known... Oh how the heart rushes to her side as I sit alone... The faceless luv that exists without ever coming close lives in my over thought out mind... N all I can wonder is, why.?. Who do I believe myself to be talking of the movement yet to come to terms with the controversy diving in to becoming friends... At the beginning being me hoping there's jus isn't an end...
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