At the tips of the lips unable to take flight. Words swallowed are a moment remembered as a could’ve been that hadn’t the flavor of life. As the stomach turns knowing the truth is they were more than worth a try. The gut wanted to devour the pieces of of every kiss that pressed against a smile so fuckin alive. And then comes time to steal the memories that lingered of those who got away from the claim of mine. Somehow eyes were blinded by the creation in the makings cut short of what was waiting just on the other side of the hype. But why? Bcuz self didn’t have it back then to try. Forgotten was the feel shunned by the overthinking of sighs. Allowing a friend to escape a touch enjoyed as emotion was on the line. As fear built in anxiety not ready to express an imperfect yet perfect type. With stares of possibilities that flowed freely. The reasons to partake were there as passion was wanting to further the thrill of the find. Being a rare individual that was free to shine. But ain’t that no lie. Lost in the verbal expression wasted in a rhyme…
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