cut the bottom of ur heart out n release the weight from ground zero up.... leaving no excuse not to go through with the feel of stares looking at me lost in lusts... it'll be to only way to flush the system of the lil things ur mind clings to... creating a scar worth the motion of luv healed to the cores most sensitivities ready to enjoy a use... freeing ur sexuality from the tingle gone untouched due to choices to remain in thought... causing u the very embrace craved to land in arms so desires can surface evading the stitching of the infamous slipknot... all by a slit to relieve to pressure in which lived on a daily of what you've allowed an other to do to u... swallowed by terms of actions that failed to participate the way words found sound leaving undeniable clues... let it flow from the depths of releasing the clarity of owning self once again so a one night stand won't linger into time wasted... face it with who is to be without the dwelling of old flames still burning those interested enough to tell u u need to let go of the never land bullshit... feel the way ur insides fall from the cling as ur smile rises to the understanding back to a more mental estate that gives hope... knowing u wanna live the way life was meant to cruise through movements finally goin home... in luv with self as a friend within can relate to having u back to rectify moments that make a difference... from behind doors drip n i'll clean the mess so u no not how to go back to everything that went wrong that became the bitterness of significance... come back to the other side of temptation waiting on passion taking shape in the features upon my face... patient enough for u to gather what it is u transform into as you've been gone so longer than as of late... getting on with what has been forgotten for the pain that leaks from ur chest is caused by how it is u think... n ju trust i've had my share of posers pretending to feel on me yet swam in the shallows for the easy escape in a single blink... insert the blade n take control of all the good u say still goes unsettled deep beneath the texture felt as the beginnings of us... do it n sow the incision to there's room for someone like me to enter ur world willing to earn ur trust...
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