having an interest is only a thought of who an other truly is...
seems the mind tweaks this image before the knowing can be seen...
wanting the feel of what's believed behind eyes unable to see the individual within...
thoughts fight the notion of the differences that come out to play with dreams...
hesitation occur as expectations realize the capture of someone isn't who they are...
needing them to be other than what they have become of a silhouette made so perfect...
when the visual doesn't match the makings within the creation of hope in the heart...
feeling betrayed by trying to force others into a figment of the imagination so direct...
it loses the reason of people wanting be self made n not a shadow formed by illusions...
as a precise kind is sought out n thrown at new luv'rs to become this thing...
to wear a mask is to fulfill a fantasy one cannot find in the process of delusion...
being to damn picky is a way to replace a prior luv that escaped the way luv swings...
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