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...
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