as motion moves...

n the pain keeps finding its way back around the heart... strangling the vibes trying to live as better days stutter to start... ouch goes the tone the expressions held below the tongue... feeling the twist dig in to the texture of luv on the run... another dagger sinks in to recreate an opposing reality awaiting its turn... damn emotion expects to much when family drifts into different directions causing smiles to hurt... as the mind wonders what the fuck is wrong with people n when will they fucking learn... n others are puzzled with blank stares to why life seems to jus not have the same feel they get from their own... not knowing how everyone close evades the moment good times are ready to cross over from the stillness a float... luv'd ones fail to see how the mind struggles to believe in giving to the most prized possession at home... one at a time even luv'rs never make it through to the other side where happiness truly exists... allowing self to walk on in a more solo waltz as words forget promises placed upon the lips... finding new faces that grow old to the memory remembering how trust broke the day reason found out they lied... leaving desires to accept the change once again as features shape shift into strangers that cause tears to empty thoughts in a cry... as to even friends who fade who are enjoyed n wanted to stick around... hope tends to retreat inward to go looking for a pure sense of unwound... away from the fairy tails that plug the ability to fucking evolve... so it's back to the one it was with in the beginnings where the simplicity could never go wrong... as the comprehension knows how the let down feels when it reoccurs every so often to cut a new hole to drain the comforts appeal... sitting in a quiet room losing yet another piece torn from muted voices watching the delusions in the head spin on repeating reels... claiming a scar unseen by the eye to determine what to make of friendships that need not feel the use of wanting more... becoming someone else when the door closes as people never wanna stand on the same side of what's felt in the core... it fucking hurts to witness all the good get soaked into something jus to fall straight through... lacking the interest to gather the worth of intent as motion moves...