pieces of me are in words never spoken... muted to sound... heard by no one... as even lips know nothing of who is yet to come to mouth... expressions hide from life... tucked in the creases... damn near lost... yet it's the feel that plucks the mind to distinguish a thesis... one that's not ready to come out... having fragments within every letter... holding them together... needing more time to figure a way to make things better... going unheard without the whereabouts of emotion... idled in the process of being retrained... with itty bitty particles of hope the eyes cannot see... indulging in self to a true friend can be obtained... as depths go unmentioned for reason held close to the heart... speaking only on a mental state... a comprehension to relate through an understanding of facts... losing the feel of luv not wanting to hate... behind the scenes a collective choice regains control... hushed to allowing others in... sending a message crisp n clear... at all costs if passion were to surface life would expect to live... never able to find the syllables to tell it like it is... motion moves on the drift... alone n at peace with the basic necessities... comforted without the lack there of different types of twists... stoned is desires unable to say what's been chewed... enjoying the quiet ease that soothes... lingering in the silence... creating a balance of use... never attempting an interest catering to the feel of relations... setting aside the chase that claims all... free spirited to do what's naturally defined... hidden beneath the shell is the answers that climb the walls...
No comments:
Post a Comment