How many eyes does out take to look into to know the heart is safe.?. When emotion cannot be felt due to luv keeps getting in the way... As sighs in moments alone fall for the peace n quiet... Somehow comforted by the solitude that has its own reliance... For staring in one's face is n brutal end that awaits... Having to live through all the twists n turns to make it through their games... With patience in the ache to come... Where the wait is the guarantee of trust.?. Able to open up for that final time... Witness to how the linger of the eerie feel slips the mind... What's the count of others that come along to have it all.?. Regaining the texture's sensitivities as breaths pause... Truly adapting to a friend that cannot help but to last... When the empty pit hasn't a care to create passion in a grasp... As the solo act is the only thing that's ever made sense... Being better off alone without the chaos of feelings blocking the veiw... Is there ever a round two to enjoy someone new.?. Once the thought of doing it on ones own sets in... Having a different kinda chuckle to a grin... Somewhat surfacing in the same expressions shaping dreams coming to life... How does the will cross back over to allow relations to take flight.?. When the resistance is as pure as the touch that doesn't seem to exist... Not giving a fuck if lips ever pucker to another kiss... Thinking why can't it jus stay mental... As if like concurs luv in a duel not so gental...
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