often the thoughts wonder if tears weep from the heart... building in an overflow until they reach the truth in the eyes... as the mind cannot settle the rush of emotion damn near begging not to be torn apart... as the leaking flows from depths drowning in such a pain so unwanted there is a chocking sighs... as if the sensitivities got to close to a stranger n felt a lie grab a hold of worth... allowing the best of what's to give go to waste... resulting in the shower of betrayal falling from wells having one use in unnecessary words... ridding the well being of self as the dreams n desires befriend passion that claimed a luv's escape... in a pouring of trust gone like a poof in the wind's moan... the curiosity drifts to think does the ache arise from the texture of the ticker... as if punctured to release the drizzle of tenderness' comfort sitting alone... to ease the pressure of the flow to roam as freely as the hurt can get it over with even quicker... unable to keep it all in for the torture penetrates reality changing for the better... as the end to appear is an unwanted visual seen behind the eyes... riding the current from somewhere deep enough within to mangle a couple of birds feathers... as time continues to tweak the feeling of a loss so great it lingers with silent whines...
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