one gets tired of giving everything to others when the want it... start holding it in for self's own mental health... as heartless as it my seem the cycle is vicious to hear how everyone is so much different... yet unable to understand why emotion doesn't come as free as they throw their own passion around as if they're jus trying to help... n when the comprehension relates to sex is better to allow than desires of feelings jus wanting a friend most shun the thought... thinking to body is the temple though it's the well being of a peaceful place within... living as is becomes a way of life for maturity attracts the real ones able to slow to a pause unlike time so flawed... gaining the true depths of stability so smiles interact with the feel of grins... one comes to retract from societies ways when the determination of happiness is the key... done with the rush of child like crushes demanding to be luv'd or else... damn near presenting a fairy tale before the eyes like reality is to step aside to dreams... those that are taught from a young age of ignorant patterns overly felt...
fake is the exchange of hearts if it's the initial hope... overstepping boundaries before an honest use can even have a purpose... creating a false sense of what relations is by expecting the lack of compatibility will never leave them alone... triggering side effects affected by the mindsets gone empty due to self righteousness that is nothing more than worthless... one sits after so long willing to live for once... refusing to listen to the same ol bs whether or not any other really is legit... with no harm no foul as the tongue speaks no lie of intent never to blush... claiming the very thing the emotional type want to pluck from ones wits... freedom... needing to capture its essence... having the thrill of having another around so life won't be as lonely as boredom... the force of it all one knows is jus too fuckin intense... to bare the inner makings is put on hold to evolve into the clarity of lips flipping tones... spoke to the point of interactions waiting on the mushy drift of a parasite in the mind's world... with a patience one cannot cater to the gates swinging open exposing thy home... with birds that twirl...
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