not many can penetrate the shell.. it's a task most find too thick to continue to be felt... so on they go with the passing of interest given to another... due to it's gonna take a friend to get beneath the feel of a luv'r... emotions cannot be tamed from the surface... as self has a better purpose than winding up once again as worthless... having depths untouched is the realist wait for the right one to come along... as patience ease along with the feel of trust to be that will never go wrong... luv jus ain't on the table for jus anyone wanting in... so it's a unwillingness they meet upon arrival that refuses their attempt to coexist... very few have sunk into the skin as textures have been the comfort wrapped in a mental estate... yet the numbers of those unable to dig in with their shovels have been a fact of losing count in different shapes of faces... low percentages have ever laid with life's cherished moments with who they thought they could get to within me... having more sexual experiences than connections through a coarse of events leading up to the remembrance of old dreams... still sitting in solitude awaiting someone to appear i cannot ignore... allowing self to be the one to finally be explored... letting the walls come down with a wrecking ball made to show a new scene wanting more... evolving the way the heart craves desires to step up with reason to fuck with someone else... evading good ones for the completion isn't quite the way expression wanna melt... a hard one to crack is that of i knowing what it is to look for... clinging to a hope of realization that they come soon enough to enjoy compassion's poured... as i rside in a lonely place drifting on a thought in which knows who self is... as not everyone mingles well within lifestyles reaching to the sensitivities of the ribs...
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