I've been with so many but there's so fee i like. As they all categorize differently in my mind. Seems the ones i want the most i havta cut loose. N every time it feels aa if i set my heart up to dangle in a noose. Aa it's getting harder to open up to another's luv. Buried is i in the sane outcome lost in the hush. Never to enjoy memories made for two. No matter the reason relations fell through. The pages read a of a man who Cabot get it right. N I've Neville numb to the belief of my kinda rare is not something that's mine. Leaving a sadness to remind me of better days emptied n hollow. My guess is friends are more difficult to make than that of luv'rs who eventually get bothered. Changing coarse before the good shit every takes place. As yrs go workout the visual of a so called friendly face. Situations are what they are as i too have had to decide to step back. Creating a deeper depth to an endless past. N what comes of it all is the question yet to find the facts that remain. With an unsettled defiance that refuses to allow emotion to go to waste. The inne makings was live. But it's hard to believe in tongues that flip. Twisting every word spoken until it's so far outta context worth fades. Losing yet again hopr that stands confused to why there's a use for games.
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