looking at faces wondering what hides behind their eyes... as curiosities dabble on the sights of the unknown thought clinging to the mind... wanting to find the words that might intrigue a conversation waiting to be made... then the tongue flips with the tone to express no ones interested in depths that fade... believing they only enjoy features that change to break their hearts... making it hard for someone like me to dig in to their means... to think of becoming a piece of their days loses the feel once coming from within a daydream... so the approach never takes place that's left for others to look like fools... or maybe it's jus the belief in self that isn't seen as that individual chasing moods... there's faces the come into the visual that turn the head quicker than others... entering the mind wanting to know more of the creature that hides behind the feel of a luv'r... as temptation to speak crawls upon the lips to be unheard from a far... pondering the expressions it'll take to earn the interest of their smile to remove their scars... depths linger in brief stares that last about as long as them to overlook anyone wanting in... having a kink that holds back all the moments that drift away never to touch the skin... witnessed is the gestures of beauty stretched upon faces gone with the turning of checks due to the mouth never opening to release intent... letting them go on about their way as not to disrupt the motion in their very chest... unprovoked to be seen by a face in the crowd that could show truths in what could become so friendly... seems the beginning falls to sleep before the magic can even think of an alternative ending...
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