The ends a gonna come…

To get use to someone is to let them down. The purpose is the end that doesn’t wanna remember the heart beating with sound. The greatest thing ever comes to close just to leave us all lost in open air. Looking for a friend we refuse to make n there’s no sense in thinking it just isn’t fair. Shit happens n people change. Or the rush of emotion didn’t give the mind its piece too gather peace with the pieces as thought for some time never stay in their lane. As fucked up as it may be beginnings will always fade into the never more. As intent is only lent into a phase of emotions being on tour. Drifting into an eventual past. So why feel anyone when nothing ever lasts? When a friend forgets to remain in a mindset of trust with a visual of who gets misplaced as life moves on. Watching faces change shape in the middle of being torn. To finding self on the other side hearing others claim self is broken. As it’s just a case of being misunderstood in a moment of hoping. Waiting on a real one to stick around. Not wanting anything but someone who simply won’t turn away. To get use to the sound of a certain name. With the heart idling in patience for it contemplates what it’ll take. Bcuz nor does it want the same ol same. Creating a halt that causes others to run. With impatience to consider a more mature sense of a friendship for likes to evolve into luv. Liking who has come along. Melting walls in a slow heat so smiles can sing along to the most precious songs. Connecting wills to be in the moment so tomorrow has a chance. Prior to the evolution of the very last dance. Just to lose again to the feel of death. Not knowing who’s gonna go first, what’s the point in giving one’s best?