struggling with faces that are wanting to become friends...
not knowing where their traces lead back to nor why they wanna give smiles lent...
why do they need someone of their own in the first place.?.
n how did self wind up in their daydreams as an unforgettable name.?.
what happened to the prior life before they've found me.?.
with broken desires left in the hearts intent to correct the flow of its stream...
the confusion is unsettling to think someone actually cares...
as the healing has had an affect on the intrusion so sudden it's jus not fair...
to rush the chest with emotion so willing to be used...
who comes as an open book reading pages of devotion as if nothing ever were abused.?.
it's frightening to feel such things the mind cannot understand...
defining to triggers that refuse intruders emotion cannot withstand...
the mind believes pain awaits the circumstances yet to be one has no cure for...
as time is needed to decide if depths are real enough to want more...
looking in to eyes that speak of how nothing until now ever worked out...
fishing in the tears unused to simply breathe for a moment without sound...
seems friendly gestures are taken into consideration by means of attractions guaranteed...
damn near creating a wave of flutters trampling as if passion in a stampede...
the fear of wonder of a past of emotional origins unknown resists the open hand...
why did it not last n what is the proper questions to be answered to make a stand.?,
thoughts emerge upon the tongues tuck waiting to be heard...
as curiosities worth stings the feel of an other that lingers into view as self lurks...
puzzled by the interest in actions craving to get closer than air...
leaning on an attachment so soft the skin admires the reason to dare...
bringing to the surface of ones own needs to touch the tenderness of scars worn...
who is it that stands in the way to be seen as happiness willing to strip as if in a porn.?.
talking of visions before like can even deliver the reach landing in luv...
is it jus another pretender passing time on the sliver of lips kissed demanding trust.?.
in which form does the visual take in to effect of a stranger breaking in.?.
n how does self decipher the truth if the dive is extent of the swim within.?.
to jus allow a creature of sorts to roam freely through the inner makings afraid...
not of what could be but of the insistence of the dash to get to the natural being unscathed...
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