It's the tones that sounds the same as the voices is the sounds of change... Being told so many times before that self is everything imagined until relations eventually grow old... N having been around for a while the belief feeds in every so often into the rhelm of luv finding unfulfilled pages that crease to the fold... Falling into the memory of luv'rs that always pretend to be the one... Lost in a story that when reread it doesn't have the same rush... Listening to words on display that all repeat intent yet to stand they're ground n be meant being the definition of they were to fuckin hard to find... Forever in a lifetime to be witnessed as age claims the face before the eyes is the acceptance of mine... To be continued is what the heart feels at the ends of softened emotions taking hit after hit... Coming to terms that actions mean more to the mind than movement can swing from the lips... Corrupting the mindset that believed in friends that were never to release hands once held... As a fresh beginning rounds the corner digging in to depths for the surfacing to show the raw salvation of jus wanting to be fuckin felt... Hearing sighs that ease the tension sinking beneath the texture where lusts wanna be touched... Motivating desires to open up to know how deep passion flows in the core needing of all things, trust... It's the fact of the matter that in ups n downs truths climb n fall with as the ins n outs of self allows an other to enter life... On some real shit that needs not to hide from the chance to become the hype... Responding to the whispers on pillow tops that crave the moment to enjoy how far hope will go... Looking for a snuggled kinda moan sighing with arms wrapped n clinging bodies bringing comfort to home... As any misdirection will crush true worth seeking to express the build up of the wait holding out... To land flush with that one person that clicks with the inner makings more than what flies into thin air as if leaping from the mouth...
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