luv is an emotional phase that comes n goes...
all it wants is to change u as the mind loses hope...
having to correct itself every time one believes in someone is different...
as the demand to feel shit is either gimme or words ready to vent...
for passion is a silence that cannot be heard...
claiming to live forever even when it hurts...
lost in a vibe that redirects interest along the way...
as most have a belief that varies on the tongue spitting names...
floating in n outta relations lookin to capture worth at its best...
it's a fantasy playing on feelings buried in the chest...
waiting on eyes to tell the truth in time to come...
all the while forgetting who self truly is becomes so numb...
lust even lingers as a side affect where mental comprehension struggles to remain a use...
taking hits along with the cuts that slit open the remains of abuse...
neglected as an individual attempting to male another happy...
slowly dying inside as the frustration is napping...
useless is the flow of sometimey gestures wearing off into a void...
walking up to a collision in the end acting like childish girls n boys...
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