i get u...

come to the surface n meet me trying to get in away from the crowd... i believe i found what the heart craves to the linger of u not making a sound... in ur own solitude where comfort eases away from the chaos outside... yet in hiding the emptiness creates a wonder that crawls through ur weary mind... i know for i've been trapped in mine for some time until i seen ur face... carrying the same expressions i tuck behind my own smile so no one catches on to how i need to escape... locked in the silence is only a healing process until life drifts with the wandering of use... wanting to give to receive a lil more than self has ever ran into... so lemme see u be who u are as it's the only way i'd wanna sit n talk... rambling on about any ol thing jibbering at the jaws... i can relate for i stand accused of shoving everyone else away as i correct who no ones can witness in plain sight... leery of attachments that fade when friends aren't the one thing taking flight... n you'd be able to feel the way the fingers dig in as touch soothes u through a piece of mind wrapped up laying still...i know this bcuz i too have landed in ur reality n lost the purity of the thrill... in disbelief of choices that were so sure to go the distance as the end came way too soon... jus to gather thoughts on the run n find a worth within that will never be taken for granted by anyone as long as life moves... meet me out in the open where we can see who resides in depths that has absorbed blows exposing the hearts capabilities to luv... as it's a like i'm curious of for we seem to be on the same page writing a similar story without a body clinging to be flush... damn near goin to waste with an emotion chained up n held closer than air could ever reach for the nerve waiting on a new day of hope... we could stop all the wonders in the here of the now jus by coming to terms so sensible reason could decide if it would be better if we weren't alone... but ur gonna havta meet me at the crossroads where we define who we are... so we can determine if we wanna actually take part in another go at the tenderness that surrounds the scars... yeah, i feel u due to i've lived in the same mindset lost in the darkness talking to self... stuck in a repeated chatter as if the walls had something to say with some sort of interest to collaborate jus to help... even though the pain is behind us as we step into a better chance to grasp control of what is to be... as it all has come to this moment where we stare into eyes as if dreams have finally become a fuckin reality...

i'd be willing to...

i'd be willing to treat u like ur somebody to me... as long as i don't wind up as another nobody to u... fulfilling dreams can be what we create if u catch my drift... with likes leading the way to prove there's a comprehension calling a truce... listening to the music of our deepest crave come into view to be seen... but imma need ur willingness to be who u truly are... to show a side only for me to know in moments when we are alone... felt deep enough to better life by giving to the comfort reaching the heart... i'd be willing to show myself in a form where my norm can mingle with ur way of life... dipping into the middle of life with a good sense of humor feeling free... as the airbags around emotions need not deploy for i too jus wanna smile... jus to know it would be u i awaken to would mean a world of differences accepting u as a need...  as our friendship will havta be as natural as the thoughts that relate to a similar state of mind... with a balance of a mature goofiness able to play with a limitless touch... opened to the facts that i pain has no chance to break down within the communication it takes to believe... drifting behind the eyes curled up tapping into the build up of unused luv... i'd be willing to live if u had it in u to give exactly what u are to receive... getting to know the face embedded in the mind forever being the definition of home... loosening for the thrill of having what has been waited on with a patience coming to life... as the tingle sends a ripple affect of chuckles through the body as our names pop up on our phones... i'd be willing to escape myself for a real chance to determine i have gained a reason to be fucked with... telling it like it is on levels tongues speak freely to demonstrate honest use... with bodies pressed for pleasure in more ways than sex could ever position for a superb time... simply listening to ur voice say my name as the chosen one with access to ur groove...

birds...

the minds wrapped itself around a thought... for emotion to heal n find reason in why the show must go on... n yet, it lingers on a situation where birds have jus one luv... as middle fingers rise to the gesture of occasions where the heart has been torn... birds grieve as we tell ourselves it's ok to feel again... dragging another along through the memory stuck in time... as the heart jus wants to be faithful to even the remains of relations gone astray... as luv birds do until their ends fall from the grip of life... forever in luv with who passion has latched on to for the desires to misbehave... singing with the rhythm of heartbeats finely tuned n synced to another willing to lay flush... tweeting harmony in between the energy of a friend that touches depths... lost in their own world prior to the loss that breaks the happiness within... sitting alone having to deal with the misplacement of a luv'r waiting on death... not feeling a need to take flight for without them nothing feels right... remembering how it felt to hold them for a brief moment to create a friendship worth a fuck.. so it was to be at one point as things change with the flow of pain turning inward long enough to rethink the bond... having single crave to be felt for it would be another to replace the dead intent to remain for always in luv...

to the ends with it...

it feels the same way it did back when i had no one... always locked up behind closed doors spending too much time alone... n i wonder why the memories haunt me everyday... even though i can't seem to find what creates a smile upon my face...  the feeling hasn't change from when i laid next to someone who wasn't with me in reality... only thing missing is their body as it used to be the first thing to fuck up my dreams...as this solitude is the one irritation i resent the most... missing out on life that's goin by while i sit here n laugh at fb posts... wanting to shut it down but there's a lil joy to make others smile... so i entertain myself for i need some sort of lifestyle... when i need to accept the fact there's more than one person out there waiting on someone like me to appear... so why can't i loosen p n step out with intent to truly mingle with something real.?.

craving a friend...

silence gives truth to thin air... creating a sense of solitude showing no one cares... forcing the mind to talk to itself... life in it's own jus ain't felt... trapped with choices behind closed doors... wanting that one friend to end a self made war... triggering a joy forgotten some time ago... throwing away the symbolism in fake azz thrones... left to muted walls that surround the comforts fade... needing to open up n jus escape... to somehow live again before it's all said n done... caged within the heart afraid to go home... fear holds intent from hands held on a walk... as goin inward feels safe until emotion begins to crawl... begging to hear a voice other than owns... losing all sense of purity in hope... finding peace transform in the moments of being alone... not knowing who'd be interested in living a lil as the breeze blows... lost behind locked tumblers so no one can get in... remembering how lifestyles don't always align to tickle the ribs... muted tones fall short of ears due to whispers in the dark... as the empty depth aches to drop the guard... to flood the mind as to rinse it of thoughts... yet, self resides with the linger stuck in a pause...

luv to hate...

dying within the ends of relations... resurrecting a different version of retaliation... fighting until the bitter end.... with someone that was considered to be a friend... unfair words float carelessly... there goes the drift of dreams... diving from tongues on a solo tip... another relation so fuckin shortly lived... leaving to find peace somehow lost... living with the linger of emotions in a pause... thinking to remind self of what others can do... once luv'd learning how to live once their removed...   feelin the pain reach for the heart... after being so madly in luv with a work of art... falling in more luv with the pain for it's all that's left to hold on to... from the same reality, removed... changing lives in the exchange for a sanity of being broken by characters...  passions trying to survive a bloody massacre... looking at everyone like it was their fuckin fault... draging around names called creating a new flaw... locking up the saloon doors to keep the bs out... as the most hurtful things have been flung from untamed mouths... as actions failed to comply with trusts in which hurt the most... finally sayin fuck it n even from the thought goin ghost... forgetting who it was self thought someone was... thinking like was there to create a luv... finding a foe so friendly the switch up remains as someone else in the mind... with birds on the come back at life... self being good due to ain't no one down to open sensitivity's secret jus to be betrayed... talking about fuck the desire to force a mf'er to be real when not face to face... buried face down n looking away from the possibility to ever find self caring... jus the way promises lost interest to be meant interests turn to being unwilling to be so daring...  it's an endless battle to rotate the same ol cycle goin numb... avoiding attempts to relate past the comfort of lusts... shut down n afraid to compare the differences of who self was n who stands alone... dead to the feeling of a luv that lost hope... saying never again will the stoop settle without a friendship made... do we really wanna luv to hate.?.

the stranger within...

words sound different anymore... seems life happened n the thrill of luv got torn... ripped from the tongues tone... taking taste buds that once enjoyed the flava of moans... as sex isn't as appealing due to the attachments to come... they jus make the mind constantly run... hoping emotions aren't what's in the mix... as the fine details are said before interactions find a fix... thoughts gather letters that don't come out jus right... they tend to speak of shit that self cannot somehow find... talking about the mental aspect of relations if they were to be found... watching others pass on by like there's rambling coming from the mouth... twisting a different version of likes over luv... expressing a depth untouched by the realness of another laid up closer than being flush... as some attempt to slide in to collide with a wall... n that's when self can be heard at night picking out flaws... things n reasons why it will never work... yet it's as real as being honest with ones own worth... people ain't all as a whole when the hype comes to close... there's hidden scars that form bs in their subconscious roam... drifting on with no aim to see what is they can deal with... when it's much more complex to the happiness that follows the initial grip... once loosened truths truly become exposed of who stands in a rawness to be seen... wanting more than they ever could need... as voices in the middle of life can be unattractive when actions are different than the norm of what should be allowed... knowing not everyone is the same n have their own way of creating a defined version of wow... it's the mingle that whispers in the silent moments that's changed... goin over details of who folks are to even listen to them say self's name... for the gibberish slung into mid air is how they expect to be witnessed as the real deal... thing is it's not for the liking's of some that feel uncomfortable with their presentation n decide to turn the wheel... goin into another direction with question chasing syllables from behind... giving honest answers to why there's no chance to continue outside of a friendship n jus live life... there's a transformation of maturity's that's taken an effect on passion awaiting to be used... self's been once bitten n twice removed from what it'll take to open up to a truce... sounding like a soothe that settles the nerves felt to the core... as a type is a presence unlike any other if desires are to come from within to actually be poured...

breaking the silence...

i try to explain to the one in the mirror i am worthy of luv... yet it's my own choices in others i jus cannot trust... i give n ask for nothing but willingness so i know who they are... n every fuckin time i turn around they clinch on n rip out my heart... so why does it feel i'm missing something when my comfort rests without the chaos of others.?. when i avoid even the lil things in between so called luv'rs... i attempt to stare at myself n find things wrong with me... jus to have a reason why i shouldn't want the craving of needs... but i always turn from my reflection knowing my emotion is goin to waste... n the reaction of my demeanor has a distasteful display... i cannot seem to accept those who have tried to get close... some have people around them i find a discomfort i'd rather leave alone... as some live lifestyle i feel are not on my terms... n somehow i'm the one who is the bad guy for my honesty using pinpoint words... i don't like to look at myself very much... jus bcuz i can see what i hide beneath the surface awaiting luv... n i believe it's me for the most part as i witness how people claim to be... it's jus when it comes to them there's a specific thing in which i dream... as it's something i'll never mention to no one for i wanna see it face to face... it's the one thing i can relate to when being close enough to say someones name... i'd really enjoy some company if conditions would set us free... able to jus live n find a way of life that fits us both before the end of it rips us from the seams... n yet expressions refuse to appear for i haven't been able to fall back in... bringing about questions of wtf to why i reside from within... maybe it's not me as i take a gander at so many not knowing they act like everyone else... stuck in a mindset that confuses my state of mind to the point they simply jus aren't felt.. n the ones who are are either attracted to someone else or don't fit my crave... in lesser words i'd like to tell myself it's time to get at an even trade... but i don't know who's who or even if they're on my level of mental recognition's... all i know is there's a connectivity somewhere that defines my of intuitions... as i sit n drift on the thoughts of where's my luv to go if i cannot laugh.?. if i cannot smile, it's jus another past...

jus...

jus lemme fall in luv with u without restraints... get to know my face... as i show u what i am n have been hiding for the right one... i've been waiting on a real emotion worth the luv... jus open up n feel everything so natural it could never hurt... i come in peace n jus would like to put use to my words... to feel u alone in a room... to be with u as we move... jus walk with me as we find somewhere we can call home... providing depths to be seen as through one another we roam... feeling all the things that make us who we are... finding that comfort in the texture of our own hearts... jus be n live n accept u can be luv'd... well beyond the initial hype of the so called rush... laid in my arms for a lifetime of what remains... even if the rain comes along we can continue to play... as friends in the way our norm evolves... knowing once within relations we can never go wrong... as there's no other to take my attention away from who it is within u i luv more than you'll ever know... forever devoted to having u in my life known... jus give in for a chance to live without the pain so many of us have remembered as lusts... it would be u n i smiling bcuz we can if you'd jus...

to truly luv...

to touch another no less than they'd touch self... giving in the return of motion showing a lil use felt... matched by the tingle that triggers nerves to spike... as the heart collaborates with the ease of the mind... feeling a physical presence beneath fingerprints wanting more... as bodies lean in to sooth with the press of another worn... snug to the fit of expressions loosening up... kissing the lips of luv tasted by the untamed rush... in a moment to truly be as one with another coming undone... becoming a force in the makings of trust won... for what comes from behind closed doors is sensored when they open... having a friend as a luv'r to share intent through life's devotion... seen as an envy jus getting along the way emotion can... as someones most cherished undeniable fan... enjoyed in ways compatibility brings out the real version of who was hidden away... free to the rotation of days to be unafraid... with a belief in a chance to partake in being wrapped up in proof... shown by the participation of non stop woo's... to reach n land in paradise able to fuckin smile... for once as hope finds the answer to questions settled in style... looking into eyes that'll never change... able to remember the sound of another's unforgettable name... the way it shapes syllables calling out to a friendship never to end... with the world to be seen together as forever's blend... even beneath the rain like children in the down pour playing with its flow... to have dreams awaken to a face that never hasta be alone...

at peace...

as i'm unable to feel anything from my past... not even memories create a lost emotion in the heart when listening to those saddened songs that poke at the scars intact... so ur gonna havta be peaceful if u intend to open me up... i've learned a few things along the way n can gather when the pieces do n do not align when reaching for my luv... to make it beyond the moment of goodbye there's things that must take place for us to become friends on another level moving on... it's gonna havta be as natural as u lookin my way with that smile displayed as inner intentions pour... imma need a comfort in which i live on my own with a twist that gives the way my own emotion comes to be so free once the knowing is seen... jus getting on with life in a state that defines the dreams of woo's at peace with the way lips touch... happy to accept a situation that clings to the norm felt so deep it becomes a piece of who it is i am as we breathe... sharing self without the pain so many hold dear to their hearts bcus they cannot let go of what used to be... i am not bitter of my own choices nor hurting as i live my days on the wait of who jus might come along n change my reality... i've gotten over myself some time ago n i'm jus doin what i do to enjoy the time here we all take for granted from time to time... but if u have it in u to be as real as that one thing u say u want behind closed doors that holds on to the connection of passion taking flight... smiling to a scent of all things when i ain't around to show u i wanna return to ur hands upon my nerves in a slow sooth that last a lifetime of laughs coming from within... i'd be willing to take an interest in the way words hush long enough to bare depths that form expressions in the shape of long lost grins...

as funny as it is...

when the funny ones don't feel a fuckin thing.... the goofiness creates a visual that helps the smiles not feeling the need... as it's others that chuckle to keep the silliness comin from within... it's a way to live through someone else as self tucks truths into ribs... laughing like out there is as normal as the air we breathe... sitting alone in empty space jus wanting to drift away n dream... the ones that define humor on another level are never truly seen for who they are... hiding behind an unpainted face yet a clown at heart... giving joy to whoever cares to coexist with the giggles that fly... all in all, jus living one day at a time...

goin under...

to lay still in a moment n jus hold on... listening to the silence n feeling the comfort of wanting more... relaxed n felt as the head rests on another so soft... as hands rub thy head with fingertips reaching from palms... motionless in contentment as even sighs hush briefly to drift away... put to sleep by sinking into the luv shared by a friend whispering thy name... oh the depths that open in the seconds it takes that soothes the beast... to get lost in the arms of worth truly freed... as the skin connects passion surfacing to live... to be seen in a state of ease only the eye can witness as the emotional give... as the wall crumbles to fingerprints stroking a caress to get beneath the shell... simply kicked back n in tune with the chosen one that defines the melt... damn near hypnotized by their sensitivity moving slowly along the nerves... at peace with the none mentioning of useless words... laying in a position that speaks through actions so gently the smile fades into the night... yeah, that's the life...

practice makes perfect...

so close to the sizzle of the heart feelin the heat rests the passion awakening from dreams... mistaking reality as a disbelief in the state of confusions long lost need... friends pretend to be more as foes become of strangers losing hope... breaths gasp heavy with the pulse during the transformation back into the norm of solitude to reside strictly alone... flush to the touch of luv'rs fade back into the distance of the unknown feel capturing the minds will to interpret lusts in the form of luv... numb to the smile forced to over take the dullness in the faces lack of trust... partners fake intent for a bit of time until the role of characters finds a new play to add to their game of gettin it while it's good... hiding a different reason behind eyes that conflicts with the space in between said to close yet finds distance before long that settles the score the way it should... moving the repetitions of heartbeats on down the line as life switched hitters to take yet another blow over n over again until the lesson sinks in... correcting in the mirrors stare the individual within that tries on a more snug fit kinda self made grin... tripping over thoughts comes to be the final stage prior to the let loose gestures that mean diddly squat... creating a story that'll rest in silence for the memory to return to ever so often jus to remind the result of a defined type of pain that destroyed that pure sense of willingness to enjoy a friendship relieved as the torture finally stopped... changing reactions to actions for a better outcome yet to be present with the stillness of the pitter patter so focused on needs... wants are sidestepped n dragged along so depths can heal in the makings of a trusted realist in order to be free... knowing where self failed by decisions made in others drifting from one to the next like flies on shit... choosing words in a wiser tongue as those who were a part of relations aren't even mentioned by name to forbid the release of the spew so many flip from their own thirsty lips...

it's jus the way it goes...

people either been played so much or allowed themselves to believe is others that ain't as real as they say that they think ur the same way... jus stay in ya lane n keep doin u by knowing how broken people fade away as u continue to step with character due to like others, u ain't the one trying to save face... it ain't ur duty to correct their twisted intuitions the way it questions ur existence with expressions the debate of belief in words spoken to relate... keep ya grace n know ya name ain't for tongues so quick to talk shit of how everyone's on games... some things ain't a gain as not everyone can exchange truths made as self comin from within to play... as taking the blame of others actions ain't urs to claim nor explain what some can not see in plain sight feelin rearranged...

be real with self, no one will ever believe u anyways...

Chains applied...

Truths catching the feel of the avoided crave... changing the faces motion revealing self stuck in a phase... pushing smiles out at all costs as others watch... as the clown inside has a depth untouched causing luv to rot... time reaches for the mind beneath the shadows tucked into long nights that never seem to end... telling a tale of a deeper intent missed by an unknown friend... use sits on the tongue muted with so much to say... while emotion is withheld n somehow tamed... days go by with thoughts clinging to eventual likes waiting on comfort to come through... as mirrors speak without sounds crippling curiosity jus dying to cut loose... to break free from chains applied to healing the heart sealed the fuck up... hearing honest whispers in the dark tends to wonder when the solo act will surrender to the rush... reinserting the flava of a name soothing the inner core... to feel alive in other ways other than a stationary standstill due to not needing to be torn... facts awaken patience to remind desires of the battle relations can claim...  calling a truce with self is harder than opening up due to life in its own will never be the same... rearranging details that alter a mindset partaking in am attempt to be freed... one cannot lie staring in their own eyes when lost in a creative dream... exposing what has not been displayed for some time... in a wander that flows along missing the way passion used to sigh...

to be luv'd...

when it isn't the sex that is craved... truths come from outta nowhere wanting to be saved... from the feel of a body pressed against the flesh... to the comfort of sound trough convo felt in the chest... when flings ain't what catches the attention of the mind... a friend is needed to ease the thoughts that linger in time... wanting another the walk through the imaginations reel... as patience wait on the moment to actually feel something real... when desires look for a more simpler way to be... self tends to live to touch luv n open up to a more basic attempt to claim a better sense of free... loosening all the bottled up intent held within... creating a passion willing to expose the use of emotions grip... when curiosities have settle the nerve... n there's something other then orgasms one seems to miss as a worth... life isn't quite the same as it was prior to admitting relations would be so fuckin nice... wondering who it could be to fulfill the void well past the initial hype...

along we go...

i never wanted to learn the feeling of being hurt... not once did i crave to set out to cause pain to those i luv'd... yet people bring out the best jus to drag the heart along... making emotion rise to the fall of everything gone wrong... as it's self that is to blame for not keeping the head intact... allowing someone else to disturb the character unmatched... lowered to a childish state before evolving into true depths... knowing the lessons were intentionally placed in the chest... facing the loss wasn't a promise made in the mirror... yet the tears fell like rain drowning out the fear... breaths were not meant to be relieved of a friends worth... watching strangers come close as the fade touched a nerve... once the mind sets out to go with the flow of relations intent... everything within eventually twists n somehow the will gets bent... boomeranged inward as attempts fail to be slung... afraid to reason with likes if they cannot wait on luv... n there's no way i felt the need to discomfort a passion's trip... falling face first in hands catching expressions holding on to the bs... changing as a person in between lives until it jus gets old as fuck... relating to the real ones believe there's only so much trust... collapsing behind closed doors as if alone is the freedom to have... knowing it's a damn lie due to the crave of sighs goin mad... waiting on the moment where use gives life to smiles waking up... in a different scenario where the situation remains to jus wanna get along... hoping it will last til the end that never comes to soon as self finally belongs...

the confusion others cause...

looks turn into attractions that lead to convo... as the meeting wants to touch jus before the sex is so good the more is on the slow roll... getting to know someone wanting to be a friend... the outta nowhere they cannot have it as fast as they crave causing an end... n somewhere in the mix the confusion comes back around... as the head shakes due to the rush isn't given emotions wanting to be found... seems maturity's holding out wing through the weakened minds as their hearts play to loose... damn near demanding the attention as a constant feel of energy as time moves... it's like the attachment is forced to open to the newness of a body reaching for what words say relations ain't what they're lookin for... causing confusion in eyes that wonder why in the fuck people drag false intentions across the floor... like a shadow following them into the nights where comforts get close enough to reside... changing the agreements of the understandings that no ones wanting expectations or promises of depths to be exposed in the miscommunication of lines... thn outta nowhere the situation finds questions that assume thoughts getting the best of ones need... stares crawl upon the face... body tingles to be felt in ways hands bring other ligaments to serve desires lit by flames... as the cling tugs on the thrill of having someone to have around to play with... failing to keep distance as the head shakes in the disbelief of how others jus cannot keep straight with their lips... demanding within so many syllables it takes to make the level of a friendship be dismissed... crossing boundaries as no limits was a sexual experience so the tingle didn't havta go without... as the silence returns to mute moans with the lack of sound...

To know...

We have this moment to make life happen... it's u n I if that intrigues ur interests to get to laughin... or we can pass on the moments it would take to open up... drift back into time n ignore the fact that we never touched... the choice is yours here as I stand before u willing to share who I am... wanting in existance for u to vibe from within jus bcuz u can... without the complications of yet another passerby... as we lay out in the middle of nowhere lookin up at the sky... coming up with our own version of normal getting along for a while... finding a confirmation of comfort in the tweak of smiles... there's a u n a me n a split second decision to enjoy what is to come... remembering the way we say each others names once the sun goes down giving trust... to witness the makings of a friendship that defines how we are... it's possible we could hush the sound of played out alarms... choosing what it is we'd wanna do after tonight awakens in tomorrow's morning... as eyes rests the hearts confusion of who it is to capture its pouring... never to be wasted in the hands cleansed by the flow of speechless words... or u could go on about ur way n forget I mentioned a lil thing called worth... I don't wanna stand in distance though if all it takes is to speak on my thoughts... even if u don't feel the same way I do n I only have u in a single pause... you'd be that second I took if u felt yourself in someone else's arms... as I'd want u to know there's room for u in my untamed heart... waiting on u to respond to the patience craving ur presence here with me... or should we jus step back n dismiss the limit I crossed as ur placed back into my dreams.?.

answers are needed to move forward...

why do they turn in the middle of tryin to luv em.?. what changes their mind when self is all there is to give.?. how come the can't be real before emotions get attached.?. n who do they think they are as they run off with our hearts.?. there's questions to be asked left without a friend to listen to the confusion... once the feel of hope is shattered as if we never truly mattered... leaving us to gather the pieces that don't ever seem to fit again... when was it they looked away as if we weren't enough to fill their void.?. damn near as if they hadn't the respect it took to be honest the way they said they'd always be... losing that sensitivity touched by a hand that was said to be the one to comfort us in life... as some time later we're somewhere else lookin back at the memories the mind hasn't been able to shake... forever changed to make sure worth is on the table before giving in to the accusations of luv... why is it we remember what we know isn't good for us.?. haunting us deep within the nights when we're all alone... knowing damn well its over yet having nothing else due to the absence of a friendship cut loose... one that hasn't been replaced by another in their own way of getting along... where do we go when daydreams get lost.?. missing what was felt n needing a new twist to awaken us to a better version of what was the breath taken from our lungs... is there enough time to find a bestie willing to restart their own heart for the sake of nothing prior to meeting them matters... in the world of a loner claimed by the lack their of... does life come back around to trust the way we once did.?. living with the over loaded thrills gone astray for reasons unknown.?. as we wait... to heal as the process takes so long to overcome the loss of a past that folded up... finding self on the other side wondering who in the fuck is real...  not afraid of them leaving but half stepping the intent met in between smiles feeling the vibe... jus wanting to give in tends to play scenarios out in thoughts once interests are admitted in mirrors where lies can be seen... do u think we will become that other person we seen in visions that lingered through the rawest shit we ever dealt with.?. to evolve n open up to the rain for the dance of a lifetime to create a new purpose within... to be luv'd by another who's dug jus as deep into their own presence to see themselves happy n content... after the lessons of so called relations that's tricked us into becoming someone else... jus to return to a true form of an existing individual with a more sensible state of mind... taking who we used to be n transforming self into a rounded out human with compassion craving to find a one... am i the only one.?. or is there another who asks for the relativity of relations to show up n get the point.?. living to enjoy someone as they come into our lives for they jus fit...clinging to nights as days bring so much more life jus knowing they ain't goin a fuckin place... letting go of everything that went so utterly wrong... talking about i'm here with actions to prove what is in disbelief... removing the pain n hurt as the sooth recalls the tenderness of a fresh start... as eyes take a peek at the stare of amazement that somehow reminds us of how purity once gave without anything ever to be given back... we jus want to hear our names, no.?. said in a way set on repeat by that certain person every fuckin day... whispered to us late at night... from then to the now of making it happen... what are we if we cannot get over ourselves.?. hanging on to old thrills as if to cover up the attempt that fell through... can we for once jus let it go n move on.?. loosening up to a truce so we too can have the desires we wish were as real as the emptiness we've allowed...

sharing who we are...

talk to me... tell me something i jus don't know... through a real conversation... help me unfold... i'll speak of only truths... show u a different side of me... with u my lips will move... n respect the way u breathe... jus make sounds that form words... ur wanted to be heard... wanting someone to listen... like me, looking for a worth... so taste the tones coming from ur tongue... air bound... craving to hear another relate... truly found... i'm waiting to babble with lips... saying what come natural to the mood... residing in a moment with u... calling on a truce... finalizing what lead us to a chat... opening up to the pause... as muted seconds are thoughts... wondering how we got so lost... lets sit n ramble on... find hrs getting away... winding up in a morning where we think better of each other... willing to stay... jus to find out a lil more than what the chattering let loose... to watch who it is beneath the flesh... speaking from within where this world cannot reach... giving the mind reason to continue to rest... so the thought process can come out... digging into ears awaiting a friend... turning interests into curiosities... discussing the limits that attempt to create a smile to attend how we blend...

homeward bound...

home is so far from the feel that resides in life... walking around single n hidden behind closed doors is the mind... wondering of where it is as the wander drifts with thoughts carelessly slung... careful not to attract another dead end lurking in the shadows following thy every move chasing lusts... jus to awaken to a face that'll never change other than with age... freed by the restraints of the hearts curiosities as gestures n expressions are as real as stepping outta the cage... swimming in the flow n walking on the shores of another's world that settles the nerves... lost in the reflection of a set of eyes unable to look away from a lil thing they feel in the purpose of worth... to unlock the chambers that have captured all the good within as the saloon hinges swing freely for self to enter without harm... straight through the mind where individuality accepts a friend on the loose willing to rest with muted alarms... held beneath skies made of sights to show the changing of hope of the new to come... as emotion curls up to the likes that speak from a useful tongue meaning every syllable of a desired specific type of luv... trusting the sail of into the horizon only to return together to get at life's lil twisted thrills... knowing what will be will be what two give to the intent to have the comforts fill... finding a place where desires can live in which way they come not having a limit to care... in the hands where fantasies n reality collide into a heated passion of depths rising to the surfaces shared... giving into sensations that taunt the savage wanting to play... in a well rounded relationship with a different kinda tenderness that touches every inch from the inside out with a satisfaction to remain the same... as days come n nights are held deep beyond dreamland's most creative version of what happiness is...  homeward bound is the on thing craved to end all other bs...

full circle...

i remember what it feels like... it came back to my memory tonight... the feel of the comfort escaped my life... n i let it go once i gave up the fight... yet it's touch found its way full circle in my mind... allowing me to after so long sigh... releasing the wonder of the forgotten hype... i came to me as the rain came down to lift my spirits into flight...humbling me jus tool a matter on time... guess i had to go through emotions within my mental state of why... losing pieces of self until i returned with a vibe... pulsating in my nerve as my heartbeat slowly climbed... leaving behind the drift that ended different versions of me combined... all by jus waiting on my moment to shine... to become the reason within who it is i am defined... i recall the pleasure of a friend i can call mine... n the worth one can give to an individual willing to align... it's like i missed something n had to search myself through to pinpoint the distance i created between me n a shrine... a display of prior feelings as visuals were combined.... stuck on repeat n shielding desires by sheltering use so i too wasn't to lay in my outline... i felt the ease recollect the past as its uselessness fell from my passion intertwined... captured by the stillness in the reels replaying the pain reaching for my spine... crippling my will to open up on the front line... triggering an after effect that took yrs to actually say goodbye... realizing there was a new depiction staring at me in the mirrors reply... showing character in expression wanting to get on with what it takes to truly live as mine... knowing the tongue will never tie me to those who do not fit the soothe in my eyes... refreshed i sit in silence listening to the storm cry... reminding me of what i need not to comply... as wasted efforts ruin the simplicity of a certain passerby i cannot deny... for i rectified me in the darkness n overcame what i no longer havta hide... saying goodbye to what doesn't better the sensation to be amplified... never to be crucified... moaning a lullaby that maintains my sacrifice... i went in n removed the ache that owned relations disqualified... as i now comprehend the remains that clarifies my battle cry... 

all the way...

In real time... skin touched...

Oh how the feel digs... felt to move the rush...

pressed to the moment... holding on to worth...

exposing what is real... having no words...

in person... alive n acting out thoughts...

revealing hope... removing flaws...

taking advantage of the now... bodies collide...

eyes in a pause that stare... enjoying life...

opened to sexual intent... hearts tell the mind to relax...

crossing lines... wanting emotion back...

seen as self... kissing the face...

fingers linger to get to know a friend... mmmm the taste...

living in arms... embraced to show luv...

freaks come out... creativity pushes the rush...

changing tones into moans... hormones awaken...

nerves catered to... limitless as legs are shaking...

aim is to please... motion to bring life back to the face...

words chosen as filth... calling names...

in the moment... cumming hard...

breath taking strokes...

listening to vulgar remarks...

pounding n riding... bent at the hips n down upon knees...

luv'n the attention...  craving the need...

sweat pours... pants causes the lungs to gasp...

pulsating... hair gripped as flesh is in the grasp...

used for a purpose... getting off as orgasms come...

lusting to be had... in bed with the ideal one...

willing to play... tempting perfections...

fantasies brought into reality... allowing the ultimate obsession...

on the other side of closed doors...

there's so many faces that are trying to relate... strangers seeking the feel misunderstood n untamed... craving to be held in between the light of the changes of days... not knowing who to call upon to luv until the tongue shapes a name... in a heart there's so much to learn as turns are played... attempting to bring self from behind closed doors n be more than entertained... to somehow remain within the embrace so comforts can claim what is to become something other than the same... not knowing who's who ignoring the intent of a pure thought to get to a point to feel the heat from a flame... sparked not to burn the skin but to warm the intensity sparking an unknown gain... on the other side of smile are those staring at the joy they were never given as they somehow return to play in the rain... losing the curiosity for the pain abuses the self respect it takes to refuse the hate... as determinations consider there's pieces of others gathered for the reconstruction done with the misfortune of willingness tamed... retracted n forced to go without the sensitivity of a friend as hope is alive yet caught in a phase... resisting the efforts to obtain the fear causing the eventual twist of games... having a worth in the silence going unseen by the naked eyes unable to witness the sincerity in similarities that wind up in frames... hung on display to be seen by the memory of fingertips somewhere danger doesn't exist with its shame... for believing is the hardest thing to wrap the mind around jus wanting to be a part of another's fame... never to visualize a sense of leaving in a world where it seems everyone somehow escapes... people are scared to open up to the peace due to there's no telling if their relentlessness is as real as their reason to stay... as time tip toes away from the youth we once overlooked for the possibility of going unscathed... free from the disrespect of betrayal that moves in a different motion within passions loss as one stays in their own lane... shaking the head to pick at useless characters faking the truths n making it hard to decipher in which passerby will be still enough to quietly lay with the wheels of a locomotive train... wrecked in the middle of life awaiting a new set of wheels to roll on to the promises more than felt as proof is the only thing unafraid to trade space... once brave the fallen has turned inward to correct a mindset needing to chose a specific connection in the patience of the wait... ok with being alone for the streets are filled with the careless ones who only appear to be brave... covering up the last failure with the next mistake... as the hiding holds the key on the other side of locked doors ever so safe... 

Moving with life...

Moving with life looking for home... wanting more of a thrill to capture what's being shown... watching others enjoy smiles felt by the naked eye... as the feel of hope teeters on thoughts of where that emotional fix wonders with time... crossing paths with strangers trying to relate... having the stillness one lives without in a single mindset attempting to remember a face... jus so come morning it doesn't change as a friend is willing to stay... goin with the sway to remain the same... moving with life tends to rearrange the touch of fingers... landing on the skins unfamiliar soothe creating moans that linger... as luv'rs only last so long when the need is for a real one to open up... live n give a lil more than the withholding of the hearts luv... the drift loses the interaction of simultaneous gestures... damn near adjusting to the seasons temperamental temperatures... seeking another now then being ok with being alone... feigning for a hand to reach as it's the last one to pull away from the roam... to settle on a like sitting still awaiting the passage of the unknown to appear... all within good intent to step up without the demise of fear... moving with life with the head on swivel... waiting on someone on a whole new level... for the pleasure of the convo so the walls can't be heard... as words turn into silent moments wrapped up in arms holding on to worth... rectifying the patience it takes to correct self for another to wanna communicate... jus to say someones name... to hear a tone whisper deep in the night that gives truth to the tenderness of syllables upon the tongue... leaning in to the satisfaction of what defines two as one...

behind closed doors...

as good as life seems, it's jus not great...

sitting behind closed doors is the hiding of the face...

shit got boring some time ago as a smile has been worn...

creating an illusion of comfort knowing self wants more...

happy with the peace yet not free to be who is within...

as the gestures in expressions are felt by grins...

alone in solitude changes the minds way of thinking...

down to the basics of a presence cuddled n dreaming...

missing the smell thrown from another's body late at night...

pressed against the soothe that releases sighs...

days go by where freedom is listening to the wind...

when it's a voice craved to jus talk as self is still willing to live...

taking the opposing lifestyles n picking them apart...

it's nice to hear the silence yet, it empties the fuckin heart...

n after so long the feel catches up to the thoughts scattered through time...

somewhat lost to the wants of needs healed to relate to a reason of why...

to allow the guard to drop n give a lil to gain a friend...

for jus moments to be remembered as a lil interest spent...

as faces in the crowd are all strangers lookin around...

the question comes about of who if craved would fit the now...

capturing the creativity of the imagination to attend the curiosities thrill...

quietly yet observant to lifestyles mingling to what could possible be real...

even though the tongue is as hush as the approach of movement to let someone know...

the same image floats in the dome creating a lil place called home...

unseen by eyes is the happiness lifting spirits bouncing off walls...

sound carrying laughter throughout the remainder of life as into emotion a friendship falls...

secretly the visions fade into the darkness behind closed doors...

awaiting another day to see if anything changes in the way feelings are to be explored...

too soon...

rushing to get to luv slips with the thought of what friends are doin in the mingle of the mix...

loosening the heart up so fast emotion tends to find a quick fix never to be missed...

triggering the feel of physical craves to losing the connection that was truly never made...

jus hoping the attempt creates a passion worth the tenderness expressed briefly upon the face...

words having so depths as comforts cannot quite tweak differences thrown up for grabs...

moving to the same ol tone once that new feel wares off that decides to cover up what's lacked...

on the hunt for a fresh touch to calm the one within the is unsettled alone...

willing to accept relations by those not so much on the same page to have someone in the zone...

foes linger in the makings of tensions building to the surprise of why it refuses to work out...

in the middle of wanting to know who's who guards drop to demands that haven't a soothing sound...

gimme or else rests in the distance in between what was said to be the wait long overdue...

pushing for more desires n fantasies to be given so freely fades on the commanding tongue abused...

hearing words transform from hi, to i can't wait to see u, to ilu too soon as get away is free...

the pushy ones that tell another to give or get lost ruin the ease to enjoy ones natural state seen...

taking time jus doesn't cut it for the now is the release into another's arms like self ain't shit...

with rational thoughts caught up behind the scenes where hidden use is tucked beneath slit wrists...

living in a moment is like willing to die before ones life is to expire due to the taking of sensitivities...

in the presence of a dream chaser nothing is too soon as nothing lasts for they seek the hypes never ending screams...

ur gonna havta...

ur gonna havta be cool with me being who i am or u gotta go...

i understand we all alternate slightly to consider an other yet i can be me on my own...

ur supposed to be an addition to better my worth in the same way i's expect u to be u...

so if ur gonna wanna twist me u can stand alone as i go on about my way smiling with my use...

no hard feelings, we jus ain't gonna work if ur wanting me to be something i'm not...

shit jus ain't no way my kinda living if the real me cannot thrive to my getting it good spot...

comfort exists in my life if to share that piece of me with u wanting the chance i do with u...

i've seen hope float away with great expectations as my emotion fled the scene to call a truce...

been on the raw end of forgetting who i was n found a better version of self staring u down...

so live n let live n if u cannot enjoy me the way i come bury ur feelings for me in the ground...

no fuckery this way as i say no thank u from my reason to be as happy as i wanna be...

vibe n mingle or step to the side for i won't be made to feel things caused by ur selfish dreams...

feel me or sit inside yourself wanting this silhouette u seek every time u close ur eyes...

there's no one but me here n i ain't goin nowhere without who i am due to i have only one life...

solo aint's shit but a fuckin decision to do me bcuz u ain't who u said u were from the start...

if u wanna crack at me ur gonna havta ease back n do what comes natural to gain access to my heart...

hidden until further notice...

when's the last time u sent an i luv u.?. then again i should ask myself why i refuse to put my heart to use... n the thoughts linger on the feel of someone close... is it we miss the interaction or are we built for the motions it takes to find home.?. do u ever drift like loosened daydreams wondering what in the fuck.?. trying to reason with choices jus trying the attempt a new version of likes evolving into luv... living with the memories u cannot share with anyone as if they do not exist... forgetting the sensitivities of the pressing of willing lips that jus wanna live... holding the restraints tighter than they could ever capture the imagination to heal... does ur nights seem to go without the comfort you've sought out to believe is real.?. lost in the darkness laying in the trenches of holes dug to hide from the pain that transforms into the lack of hope... looking at faces of those bypassed due to the fear of desires coming to life like nope.!. having a curiosity here n there that tingles for the comeback to be epic yet u cannot cross over n open up to a set of unknown eyes... yeah, i endure the plot twist as well as u do with so much more to give than entertaining the hype... when names change what's the fuckin point in relations when friends ain't real enough to be honest for once.?. as walls close in for some time until self evolves into a better version that comprehends the terms n conditions of true intent in which creates the rush... are u afraid to dabble beyond the convo simply bcuz u allowed yourself to drag out a prior moment that should've been the decision to let go of.?. laughing at times since, from behind closed doors that mute gestures n grins peeked at in the mirrors trust... never to allow an other to dig deeper than their own bared stability... knowing we need not of more insecurities by not being given a change will spin the head ruining individuality... i too jus want the end to save the time spent with someone laid up in the sooth goin the distance.!. balanced out on levels of maturity that become the playful side of no hesitance... dancing within for the joy that returns to the crave in that one that corrects the mind of what is truly free... as self being able to be as the other is as they come to be... where are u mentally in this loony bin of self entitlements n reactions.?. actions being of ones own determinations on how to adjust to the outsiders uselessness of satisfactions... when's the last time u felt something genuinely moving.?. said some shit that meant something along the lines of if the tongue could speak on its own words would never end to what's amusing... as self comes back to reality to witness what carelessness looks like... sitting alone in the middle of a room without the destructible mindset of trying to claim an other as mine... coming to the conclusion that we only live once as we die slow... asking self what's it gonna take to find that comfort zone...

taking notice...

some jus have others who surround them self cannot withstand... it happens even though there's a genuine connection as the turn loses another fan... whether it be family or friends that change the mind of interest one knows what triggers the irritation of comfort...so avoiding relations tends to settle the nerves within so many words... putting honesty on the line of what cannot be entertained to say the least... knowing damn well what's felt would be destroyed in some time to come jus ain't worth living with the defeat... as the heart feels like a hostage on the bypass ready to give up... n if it isn't for the influences they have around them, they simply jus do not know how to act... feeding into the same ol bs of gender role playing so fast... believing that females n males should partake in daily rituals as if they have separate codes to live by... losing the interest of a friendly display of emotions withheld due to a mindset not ready to enjoy life... as there's folks who cannot help but to feel n demand so much that often shows an other the instability beneath the texture of lusts... claiming it's real jus to have someone so those lonely nights fade long enough to replace the same desires with a false passion named luv... covering up each new face with a more recent possibility that never fails to end... as most play the blame game instead of correcting self for once to redefine a term like friend... leading the carry over to land upon shoulders of the undeserved hate bcuz the healing refused to take place... seems there's no maturity left with so many chasing a dream of their own selfish wants trying not to remember all of their luv'rs names...

in between her legs...

the skin felt pressed against the face... finding true comfort in the touch of being tamed... there's something in the way of how a body soothes the mind... easing sighs on the release as life focuses on a luv that is liked... feeling the texture grope expressions on the loose... in a cuddling position jus not wanting to move... giving in to the sensitivity's hope of resting for a bit... laid down in between a set of legs as the head lands softly on a stomach sinking into the chests fix... clinging to the pleasure as arms clinching thighs ready to fade off into a sound sleep... with only one thought of her hand brushing thy head to settle the way i breathe... allowing the heart to open up to the flow of a voice whispering a lil something to pull intent closer than air... snug as the hold tightens jus enough to give the feed back of acceptance bcuz self does care... lost in a moment to simply sink beneath the surface as individuals compare the crave to slow the rush... bettering the mood that needs a friend is the memory reminding self of the tension released by a woman's touch... missing the way the smell of a luv'r tends to provide a different sense of free... laying right in the middle of the best place to be...

distant...

is there no one of interest in ur line of sight.?. has giving everything lost its feel.?. caught somewhere in the middle of ok n wanting that touch to ease the mind... as nothing seems real... does it feel like ur losing the fight.?. unable to give in to someone new wanting in... waitin on that attraction that jus might not come in time... are u drifting within hating where you've been... knowing it's self u cannot get over while wasting precious life... did u hopes shatter the way mine did as the next level has come with a hesitation.?. jus wanting to settle the crave to enjoy this ride... scared to deal with yet another selfish stereotype leading up to more devastation... so u hide jus outta focus so eyes cannot follow the details witnessed as one of the blind... who's it gonna take other than the one inside that talks in silent tongues.?. if trust is to specify judgments of characters, what's the thought that leads u to a greater find.?. locked away n awaiting a different kinda mine to turn likes into luv... as the heart grows on the impatient side as self needs not the hype... do ur nerves insist on being so bold as to realizing there's to meanings to free... reason can create a use if one could jus try... or is it more comforting to dismiss the emotions sought out due to the rambling of  lips whispering dreams.?.  laying alone as nights creep upon the emptiness of the bed as if someone has died...

all together...

i see the way she looks at u like she wants a piece... n when ur not around how i catch her looking at me... i've even caught u peeking at her curves as i wonder what's on ur mind... this damn three way attraction needs to come together n feel the hype... y'all have been doing this for some time now... n i've been in the middle waiting for the sexual content to create some fuckin sound... we all crave one an other in a trifecta playful kinda twist.... having what we all want could work out if we get with the shit... she can have u n i can have her... even show each other in front of her of how there's room for a third party given worth... living life with the comfort of both of u having ur cake n eat it to... roaming around bodies as the three of us simultaneously move... it's in ur thoughts for i see the stare shared going back n forth... knowing we all would luv to close the door n do so much more than explore... keeping the details in our lil circle bwteen us... joining in to u having a gf that has a dude that is me... u being mine as im urs liking the fact that ur hers in the same sense she is feeling the way i breathe... friends in a new swing that have found a better way to moan out loud... come out with u two fantasizing on the bi expressions of enjoy both genders reaching out... clinging to me as the man in the middle of desires used... we should stop denying how we're intrigued of how satisfaction can let loose... so lets be honest n accept the thrill we seek... triangulating with emotions felt to truly be free...

give "me" a chance...

at ur will of what u need i come in peace... opening up to wants u crave to ease...  interested me feels the pleasure of curiosities... loosening to the purpose of life joining stability's... drawing my intent to understanding what it is about u... at the beginning stages of excitement's rush move... i wanna see what u have in store for me staring u in ur eyes...  refusing to adjust to what is to come without u by my side... i have that tingle of difference looking to be a bit of my kinda norm... so i stand to be seen for i would like to try to explore a lil more... this attraction jus isn't enough to live without the knowing of us... there is no forcing my interactions so amazed with the thought of what should be a must... i'm free to ur smile if i could jus get it to remain upon ur face... yet idk what it is u seek so i'm hesitant to call out ur name... in a due respects words ain't what i'm giving if u can relate to someone of my nature... lemme come over n settle into the comfort of bypassing the stranger danger... i mean no harm in the motion i cannot bare not to reach for u with... to blend in a mix of emotions if likes are what i believe them to be without all the bs... i am before u waiting on that look that tells me it's ok to approach ur presence trying to decide who's gonna be good to ur heart... as i'm more into how the mind wraps around the truth of a connection on a mental aspect where we could never part... change me for the better bcuz i have a thrill jumping to the vibe u create... come closer than you've been prior to my existance aiming for a lifetime of as a different type of playmate... give "me" a chance if ur lips aren't jus babbling on beneath shies awaiting a truce... i'd be me the way u could be u."..'

Submit...

Would u think it to be a bad thing if I told u I fantasies about u.?. There's restraints, feathers, blindfolds, n fingertips that lead up to deep dick pounding u from behind... N the details in between I'd luv to show u in person... Tasted n felt up to be close so I can have my way to ur hormones busting nerves n losing control of how moans shake on the release of tones coming to life... I wish u could see every I see in my mind... If it ain't over the crossing of lines for my intent to enjoy u without the use words upon the tongue to pleasure the sweetest thought I've had in some time... In a more physical sense of simply being taken advantage of... wanting u to submit to my desires touching u to reveal passion as the tease tingles in between ur legs claimed to be defined... Lips n nibbles carelessly raoming ur skin... Falling into the fixation of the addiction I have to release ur secrets with every surge of the crave that busts into heavy gasps as ur spine unwinds... tampered with as the vibe of toys stimulate more than the begging to be freed... N all I want is to hear the willingness of satisfaction open up n play on the other side of closed doors where acts of sexual content is trusted to stay with the exhaling sighs...