mime like...

words scramble to be heard... speaking out so the tongue can flirt... as the backspace erases the truths hushed to be damned... hidden secrets ain't of the topic at hand... so fuck it as letters arrange to be of use... not to allow any ol thing to find comfort seeking a truce... no one cares if it does not affect their own life... even though the gathering of the imagination written is jus stories to open up a state of mind... relating to the reality that seems so unfair... switching tones to depict a scene to be shared... as it's choices that create what is to be... thinking a lil too much can subdue interests when freed... diving into emotions when alone... or even speaking of how there's a rearrangement of a place called home... as talking under breaths that downplays luv is silenced to keep the blood flowing... as even this is not fulfilling to who self is more than willing... to enjoy a piece of another relating with time to read along... the feel of life is the addiction of hope that if not cherished could go so fucking wrong... yet, to last beyond dreams is to tell a tale so pure it's felt... goin from one luv'r to the next is the resistance after a while letting the heart shut down from the lack of help... desires fade at another's request to establish a friendly fuck... lusts wanting to feel the touch of body parts although deeper passions feel the fall of the rush... never once ever speaking of luv's intuition to sleep... expressions can't quite find real gestures hidden in plain sight that creep... as use becomes the aggravation that the heart can't cut loose...none the less the monster is how life has perceived self hanged from a noose... making choices that leave reflections left to whither in tones that feel the abuse upon the lips... staring at a trapped face in the glass until the mirror gets sick of the same ol bs... using the alphabet to direct aim at faults leasing forgiveness jus before thoughts retire... able to correct the sound that defines a truce whispered  as breaths exhale from depths settled to replenish the char sizzled by the fire... sound goes mute with no reason to flip vowels in rhymes... never to say unheard syllables so sacred they remain within so no one is to know when sighs are the closest thing to being mime like...