when promises are keep past the point of expectancy the heart lingers on the words that spoke, "no matter what"... to be there if they ever need a friend is no more than a feeling lost in a drift as emotion is to pause trying to recalculate luv... as thoughts so vivid remember the depths of truths one can no longer hang on to yet was meant from within a place that cannot lie... feeling the tones used to expressed such joy in having that one person around that lips were aimed for a purpose captured in the mind... living with pieces of images clinging to the use of a chapter in life's lil way of where pages have been torn... still holding on to the symbolism of passion lost somewhere in the a past that got away with the way smile were worn... plan shot with a crossfire of crossbows that never was released from cupids flick... the best thing ever was sworn a friendly face for a lifetime that somehow becomes bs shoved down deep so no one knows the use in the twist... finding the bottom every now n again to recollect on how it felt to whisper three syllables across the comfort of pillows... as the wonder wanders around in silence in moments alone distancing self from others claiming to lift spirits higher than the levels of prolonged lows... though there is no evading what is real when the eyes seek peace they cannot seem to find in a touch falling from fingertips for the circulation of breaths on the neck was pure intent... moving to a flow so soothing the stillness in motion was identified as the answer of assurance never to be left to rot in the memories raw content...
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