To be luv’d…

Out with the old prior to coming to terms with the heart’s calling. Well before the missing tendencies of actually falling. The flush ruins a nightmare’s depth as it’s plucked from the mind. So luv can exist in true form within cheating mentally with another. Bcuz there’s something in the makings of becoming more than just luv’rs. Is the beauty in hearing lets go home released from someone lips. When it isn’t rehearsed to please a whispering wish. In with the new to balance self out so the imploding didn’t touch the ego. To be as pure as an honest gesture of having a convo. Simply being ready to surrender when the moment finds the motor smiling back. Handling truths properly that hold a candle to the facts. To spelt be burned after the reading of a use being known. In the presence of a founded stranger is the remaking of emotions with a more mature angle shown. To rid self of the lost cause is a blessing of a habit yet to come one just can’t pass by. Creating an evident interest to inherit their existence into one’s own life. Healing to get to them is the proof of depths rising to be touched. Lingering to the surface to finally be luv’d. Witness to eyes that refuse to blink of not necessary to do. Willingly loosening to the feel of usefulness that defines the reason to stick like glue. Emptying the core to return to first forefront to be seen. Exposed just enough to open up to a glimpse of realities long lost dream…