The front is built of lies that we all hide behind. To protect vital sensitivities locked away in the mind. Far from the heart that only knows how to feel. Separating emotions from thoughts like an art awaiting eyes seeking something real. With hope in the pocket as if a dollar bill to be spent. Outta sight n stuffed deep enough for a hole cut out the end. Damn the secrets of the heart that conflick with the mind. Tucked up n under the tongue with the personal reasons of why. Allowing time to pass beyond expectations that define a fool. But yet the boundaries that exist are put in place as a tool. Frustrating the facts of solitudes purpose after all. Stepping back n away from any attempt to fall. For luv is a sidekick to the true show of friendship rarely put into play. As expressions in mirrors characterize the face. Lost lingers in silent tones damn near as if whispers pushed away by the wind. Self cannot be heard when words never wanna tell how one has been. Off into the unknown with uncertanties that comfort what refuses to change. Having the same sanity that claims reality trapped beneath the surface avoiding accelerated heart rates. In a pause peeking around the walls in the way. To high to climb n to afraid to remove a single block well intact. N these are three facts.
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