Pure words of confusion...

Listening to voices gather sound n toss interested around with no real movent feel luv... Lost on the outside of that circle of trust feeling unleashed as skin jus cannot be touched... Living the fact that words come from others that fall short of every fucking thing the want see to believe... It's hard to hear such behavior lips that lie to pry open the depths the heart without an honest use of relief... Nothing is meant as selfish blabbering finds sound being blown in the winds direction of the breeze once felt... The give n go that dismisses the ripples sent from the heat of hope in someone's about the intent they speak as the heart behind to melt... They jus want the attention when they feel the need a friend as the moments last allot as long as their own reason to fuck around... Instilling the details of disbelief that surround the images said to be the difference in the connection itself as they continue to walk away so proud... Knowing the mind can decipher through the patterns ability to chamoflauge lusts into trust as one still craves the possibility of a look lil word like us... Forced to let go of the lesser acts of worth moving with the syncing of what is to be hushed... To mute what's attempting to penetrate the mind with empty intuitions that lead the curiosity astray.... Falling back on self is the choice to go with the curve life throws or remain alone n afraid of the mistreatment within a new luv'rs game...