the tissue that heals..

luv'n an other with no eyes spinning to witness how they bring self to life...

time gets away with thoughts floating on the conversations on the mind...

as laughs bring a greater joy to bury deeper into the embedding of wants...

like a sponge soaking up all the emotions going unused for both ways isn't luv...

changing direction drifts with the heart that follows the confusion of hope...

broken lasts in the depths shared as real is as jus needing to go home...

winding up in some misplaced gesture turning new faces away for a while due to the pain...

feeling the absence of a luv'r as the empty accumulates space with the inner makings to claimed as sane...

transforming into a fresh motion in the way life comes back around to live...

sighing over the escape that wasn't known at the time of breaking the cycles loosening grip...

laughing on the move it takes motion to think of falling for someone else...

yet it isn't until the correction within truly finds the one friend that will remain as the most help...

free from the chains of becoming enslaved to the past that never held the body jus right...

as it was their own intent of comfort so they could have what was unwilling to leave sights...

waking up somewhere else looking at days with no one to share life with becomes the harshest part...

having desires answered n forced to step lively on condition as the acceptance is another scar...

felt in every sense of smiling along the way as there will be something greater expressed...
long term is the cushion unlike any comfort that has ever been worth to invest...

it's in the texture of the tissue that heals as long as the mind allows self to mature...

never to dwell on what had or has no worth in the way intent gives as emotions get bored...