chasing luv without a friend to be made...

into the skin they go...
sinking beneath the touch n go...
rushing emotion to feel them hooting demands...
then failing to reason with why should someone open to clinching hands...
they don't know what has settled under the surface gone unseen...
there's jus a high risk factor overlooked that somehow sets them free...
as time tells of twists that make or break realities...
n they wonder why their desires always drift into lonely night as if laid down as yet another fatality...
causing so much pain before relations can truly take off...
sitting around believing if they're not with another their passion is a loss...
left to crave each attempt as a linger in the heart...
unfinished intent motioning to grab a hold n never let go of the spark...
creating an issue of who's who playing gout as differences sets deep in the eyes...
from dead roses that's been plucked to hope floating downstream away from life...
the need instead of want confuses their well being of what's good n what creeps...
being nothing more than a moment in the mind as attachments readjust to silent nights that breed...
having to forget the comfort of a wanna be friend with their own battle within...
pretending how nothing matters all the while of motionless grins...
they chase luv by all means claiming to be different than most as they fade...
as mirrors find them staring once again without a friend to be made...