I wonder who it's gonna be...

It wants to speak on its own... Yet it uses a filter so it doesn't sounds to alone... Thanks to the head that keeps it tucked away from friendly foes... The heart has no voice as it's choices turned on self as it's world lost a sense of home... Even though it luv to give so freely with the emotion it's been holding in... It's jus waiting on a moment with someone's true intent... Yeah we've talked n yes it understands I cannot jus hand it out... Thoughts control it's free will n I'll be damned if it falls to words coming from mouths... As it's friend attraction doesn't give much help... Always goin with the curve of vanity that shapes a woman's frame wanting to be felt... Whispering the body needs to be touched... N I can feel the pulse pick up craving the desire to fuck uncontrollably the rush... Silly thing jus don't know what to do... Locked away in my chest without a friend to comfort n confide with use... Seems even the fingers could go for the softness of a females existence in my life... But it's the train of thought that stops relations for to there's very few that is willing to live after the hype... It's the fundamentals driving passion stir crazy as time itself never makes the memories that cannot gain hope... I'm jus not like others n I don't like the feeling of having from a rope... The tenderness within me is trusting the decision to be or not to be... N it's jus not eyes looking upon me... It's the consideration of lifestyles n character that intrigues an interest wanting to play... Thy own vibe has no connection without the reasoning of ones face... Expressions come from the sensitive movements taken to get to know the mindset in which other can relate... N if it isn't one thing of how someone acts it's another of who surrounds them that helps the confliction fade... I often wonder who it gonna be... Then I sit back n say fuck it n jus breathe... I've been down that road of emptiness for some time... N the one thing my heart hates more than the pain is there linger of poisonous people pretending to be ride or die... That fine line between having it all n passing one by resides on knowing what to look for... I jus gotta feel it in the depths where who I am isn't altered bcuz the selfish type wanna take a tour... On the move tryin to make people into someone else is bullshit... N I don't need perfect I jus want to know without a doubt it's more than fuckin worth it...