Covering the pain from yesterday cannot be hidden eyes... Becoming the rebound allowed to cut loose in an others mind... Finding truths of a prior life so existing as emotions hasn't stopped to give true worth... Knowing by the end of relations it's gone fuckin hurt... Having to decide what's best in the long run not so far down the road... There's no sense in wanting time one cannot get back jus needing to go home... Being that next to touch the flesh that pulls the presence beneath the texture groped... Truly needing to step back so lies don't find the edge of kisses feeling so alone... Having being told everything is easy self is to worths floating in the clouds... As reason falls short on the falling in of luv'n unable to restrain emotion out loud... A longing of what's never been had emerges with the rush... Sending pulses through the veins reaching for fingertips to land on the surfs must... To live with the leftovers that refuse to admit ready isn't in the hands of trusts fate... Words speak to level with the battered remains the cripple the affect that jus have been as if yet contained... Healed is in the actions taken a more mature way around getting to know the inner makings of memories bout are not to be misplaced in the broken enslaved... As interest is given thanks...
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