never to be the same is depths able to change... feeling luv open up doors hiding details that expose flames... blinded to the transformation helping self to evolve... as the wonder of who will come along becomes a problem solved... until the head spins around to notice gone is more than a feeling of letting go... the waiting around pauses the confusion of who to be when losing hope... coming to terms that they jus ain't coming back... it's a fucked up place to be as age creeps up on years lost to an empty past... having memories one cannot share with any other... having to start over n ignore the fact that there was much more joy than being luv'rs... as the tingle gets to moving with a spark from outta the blue... able to remember how the rearrangement forgot particles that crippled the heart's use... allowing the shaking of thoughts to be slung from eye... gaining a comprehension of who it is in the mirror's chuckle of goodbye... as someone different in a sense of self still remains... oh how life tends to explain the need of rain... pouring out inner trenches to rinse the smile clean... to once again wrap the mind around technicalities to believe...
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