Warm streams…

I wonder of the feel of the tear to fall down my cheek if you were to ever forget the sound of my name. How slow would it descend into the memory were lips have forgotten the flavor of Joe your heart was safe? My wandering mind sits alone with the thought of luv misplacing a worth that resembles me. In the true end of strangers losing their use for a friend set anything but free. Will the drip be as warm as the body compressed into hugs out cover grin the distance in between the chin and the floor? Will the loading of emotions overflow or dry up much sooner than expected due to truths will forever want more? In moments of sobbing in silence, off into a dark room somewhere where not even you can feel the depths emerging to reach for the emptiness of your absence. Leaking with a pain do severe as I’m too be ok with someone else being whom I deserve as a comfort street coming from a life changing sadness. Will it hurt if my vibe became unrecognizable to your ears? My guess is, it would only be for a lil while until I get back to what I’m suppose do to while changing gears. It’s off to think of how our inner makings alter due to circumstantial distortions that only last so long. And even more distorting of how the pleasure can go do wrong. When will it happen? How far off into the future do I have before I’m an afterthought that’s been buried in the back of your mind’s willingness to curt me silly laughing? I await the moment to release me from what is to come. As I reverse attach myself from what you call luv. You’ll leave when I’ve welcome to your desires. As they too will born on the fire. As crying won’t put out the flames. And I’ll purely be the one to take the blame. With my head in my hands attempting to dry my eyes. Just to chuckle that whispers, that’s life. Am I destined to recreate the inevitable thought of losing my place in your dreams? Will reality claim the moisture slowly glittering flowing onto a raging river that meshes it hard to breathe? Am I still elusive when remembering the illusion you say of me? For now is not tomorrow waiting to see the outcome of us blotting in the breeze..: