The energy that died...

The heart should of fell in luv with someone else... One worth a the fuck... A different kind of indivudual tgat hasn't become something no longer felt... Seems the friendship was nothing more than lust... As lazy as the mine the tongue cannot help boy you twiddle on how sex was all there every was... There was something in the way fingertips absorbed the energy that died... Killing off emotions that shut down on the excitement of relations hype... Maybe the chest should of opened up to a Moore specific type... Yet, not everyone possesses what dives me to the ends of limits so devine... There's pieces of use that linger in the makings of a crave that simultaneously erupt... Though it all fades as if a different phase is to be displayed upon an other's face while laying flush... Perhaps the mind jus believed in a once upon a time ago that transformed the thought of intention that stray... Should of would of could of is the price of change... When it should of been fruits surfacing in motion with moments worth the hope... But for strange reason life took a spin on a pivot n the dizziness confused everything theater ever made sense enough to remember the feeling of home...