just listen n watch... observe... for there's more than words to be heard... with actions so smooth movements tells all... n that's when one can tell how shadows connect with the walls... the key is time... the difference between open n shut... n there's never a hurry to rush up on luv... as friends hold the line, waiting on what is to come... with a full clip loading the heart ready to have some fun... n it'll be pop pop with another one gone if hesitations fail to perform... just bluh is the falling of the feel if what u feel isn't in perfect form... as trying has no end for it has no true intent... it's just not natural to force what's real upon the lips.. it may not taste the way u thought it would... getting close enough to untold truths hidden beneath the tongue they way they never should... for when it's sink or swim n hope is at the mercy of demands... bubbles rising to the surface is usually the evident outcome when sinking with commands... for life in certain cases just isn't fair... with the head on a swivel peeking around listening to expressions gasping for air... notice the transformations of comforts as letters align... as if u were to let the wrong one in, you'll lose ur fuckin mind... emotion cannot wait so u must tame the beast... control the source n cleanse the knees... passion isn't as free as sex no matter how great it is... although u truly havta play to live... n from afar with so many trying to get close, hormones will be the only thing to that need not be groped... so witness the visual display of how the eyes connect... it's the stare that soothes every inch within the chest... so easy does it when a stranger is yet to be known... weighing out options to what's truly being shown... watching limits cross boundaries n going lengths with thoughts... left right left is the chant as the soldier within who knows that the war can be raw... as it's ok to leave the chaos standing still if the offering isn't real... mindsets do not play fair when it's turning inward to fight self afraid to feel... feeling lost is due to another attempting to hide their flaws... causing self to entertaining the thought of feeling so small... as truths only reason with honesty when barriers come down... n the freedom to be is fluent with the silence that never makes a sound... it's needs before wants stepping aside... refuse to be blind for it's the comfort that depends on sight... as motion contains the flow of purity never to stray... moving in rhythm to sync with the ability to stay... what's seen never lies... n red flags wave in the winds of time... caution walks lightly for a reason n that's no doubt... even though desires beg, plead n pout... as endless wars are never enough to a gluten wanting it all... for they wonder why inner making take their time to unthaw... as their back burner is over flowing onto the floor... the game is as empty as the rotting of the core... n there is different versions of worth when patience is at stake... it all depends on who actually steps to the plate... vulnerability gives a weakness to strength when adapting to the twist... as bad habits aren't as hard to break if one realizes who has what to give... to live is to absorb the luv in true form... for we cannot luv self the way another can to become their norm...
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