What I can do by self. Somehow doesn't mimic what I've been able to do with another by my side. I do better. I stand stronger. I feel it to be fucked up beyond measures of reason. But this is life. Fuck being fair. Just make it happen. Even if the solo act is a bit too much. Stand in the mirror n live as the turn away is laughing. With a way to take care of the inner makings. With grunts one the side. Knowing worth is more than the single life. But it's okay when the ends are met time after time. Oh the heart doesn't wanna listen to reason. It can't hear. It can only feel. N it's the truest thing to what is real. Reminding the mind of a settling fact. The body needs to be touched. Felt like fingertips that crave to wander upon someone else. Breaking down in the presence of luv. To bare the hidden details no one knows. In an act on wants n needs. Going to waste without the thrill. Only if I could do what I do with another doing what they do to simply breathe...
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