when they move on from one to the next like luv ain't shit... claiming it to be real every time lips lock in a kiss... calling each n every one honey n boo... talking about babe so names aren't said due to the transformation of emotional woos... it's so easy for them to give for nothing is ever personal... only looking for the thrill jus before it wears off with the silence of syllables... jumping in n outta relations like emotions are an after thought... know u cannot compare to the silhouette that fits like shadows moving until nights get lost... playing in the dark isn't all that fun when the lights come back on... able to see the ugliness from within displayed upon their face as if it's a norm... wanting to feel without a thought to makes sense of relations... it'll be over quicker then spoken of due to imitations... faking gestures the chance behind backs with someone else giving them attention... all bcuz they cannot be real enough to speak on what they seek with false intentions... diving in to get the goods n off they go to fulfill dreams of another that has no idea of the shallowness that will drown them... as it's back to self to defend... wondering why people play with emotions as if they have to true use to feel... dragging shit along that keeps them from ever opening up for the heart has been sealed... laughing at how others bounce off of it like a trampoline having fun... n when playtime is over they're on the run... checking into someone else's sanity to cause a fuss... creating the sliver of tongues to eventually cuss with disgust... trust isn't something they are willing to give... for they know deceit is easier than being hurt so they simply jus live... taking no accountability for actions that deprive luv of its worth... as one day their absence will be a comfort that cannot be heard...
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