Emotionally one cannot get hurt... But in a constant ache the heart lurks... In wonder of who it'll take to play again... Goin behind the scenes jus bcuz one can... Forgetting that emotion has a will to be felt by an other... If it's not tocked it cannot be smothered... Nor raped of it's natural feel... It'll be safe in the depths far away from what others claim is real... Answering to no one calling out names... Demanding self to attention as if a fan to their fame.... Passion is free beneath what can never be seen by the naked eyes... As long as it knows there's not an interest in leaving the nest to chase down luv's hype... It's way more cozy when thoughts aren't tossed about by words never meant in a heated debate... Lips move but to be heard inis unlikely to climb upon the face... No mood in which will alter to an others way of life... Wanting on the transformation of self to take in the shape of a silhouette so blind... N there's no getting through to even see where curiosities can go... As there's no point in pretending of figurative thrones... Nor rises thorns to bleed the warth of a dying gesture... Muted tones go unheard to the consistency of lectures... The feel of sanity doesn't havta break for anyone who's not ok with self's own desires... Underling to submit to a phoney seeking an imaginary empire... Worth is keep close the center of attention within... N it's cool without the twisted bs that comes with people wanting get in...
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