Loner moans...

There's things that fuck with my head that leak from my heart... So edition had men shit down due to reality doing it's part... With luv itself being the one thing last to be acquired with a friend... For the loss has been felt in a past that for some reason had to end... Pain is real n tears are fall when ripped crom a comfort so rare... Changing the mindset into a solo act the deeper than the wound that doesn't play fair... In my mind i live with the twists that rearranged the makings of who i am... Holding truths in my chest i face daily as a man... There's no words to express the hidden facts of why i refuse passions touch... I'm jus not into the feel of a momentary rush... Jus to be forgotten soon enough as if it's all for nothing... As my prior experiences linger I thoughts n make it difficult to open up to the willing so loving... When with sense i can't come to understand in the free spirit throwing themselves at others the believe are the one... Jus bcuz on the now it's so much fun... I have me to feel with beneath the sheild in which i reside... Afraid to replace the hurt with a layer of smiles awaiting to be broken n added to my life... Clinging i remain in time as i stand alone thinking of them n now wondering where I'm be come tomorrow's dusk... N as for my tongue on secret matters within, it will forever be hushed...