scared of not my own emotion but of an others drift of back n forth in their own mind... seems i apply myself correctly yet in eyes in which i reside i see an uncertainty of luv from time to time...
as it's i that isn't accepted fully in the heart due to the confusion of moving too fast... at least that's the only suggestion i can come up with to find reason in the confusion in the step back...
it really isn't me when i know how raw unbalanced depths are allowed to run freely... with thought being the process to catch up to the rush outta controls reach of need...
n i jus wanna look into a set of eyes n know i'm allowed to play in their design as i see fit... knowing i mean no one any harm for i don't wanna be hurt myself is the truth of the matter kissed...
finding muted words wanting to be said but not until i figure out who it is i'm witnessing on the return end of hope... that way i to am not standing with my passion in hand as it swings in a hang losing another sense of home...
i jus don't feel understood once i open up to the very few i'v taking a liking to... it's as if selfish desires cling to prior re-occurring feelings i have nothing to do with as i'm the one taking the blows of holding out not wanting to be hanged from a noose...
the fear i feel is of others not certain who i am as an addition to their own lives... causing an horrific back peddle in relations once the twist of second guessing takes place like thety speak lies...
words that say i am what they've looked for that contradict details coming from within out in to focus for me to view... as it's i interest is lost in as i wait on the answers i need to continue what it is i feel i havta shove down calling a truce...
yeah pain touches desires willing to give in ways as actions halt the freedom of use waking up to someone unsure... but to hear them tell it, there's nothing wrong with them n they jus wanna show the intent before we come too close to closure...
like i wanted to create space in between my head n my chest knowing the heart will follow the mind after being what i've been through... damn, why does certain faces haunt the purity of how my core accepts them never to be removed.?.
sense cannot be made of the teeter totter ways of simply comin out from within to enjoy a luv worth the feel... snuggled up to the thrill of the skin flush as pulses connect to the only thing that's real...
i don't shut down nor shut out what i can't help but get attached to... so why do i have to endure to retreat from others claiming they have no confrontations within their own swinging of moods.?.
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