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...
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