Outta place…

To luv someone who isn’t yours to hold. It’ll have you whispering at live, “let’s go”. Moving solo, alone and looking for home. Trying not to rebuttal against another with so much to give. There’s hope. Then there’s the list. A hand full of oppositions that can never take place. It’s when self actuate gets to know one’s on truths. Waiting to see expressions on the face fade fire selfish sakes. Use becomes more than sexual as character needs proof. No more snakes. There’s bo need in being duped. Mental stability must remain the focal point to the madness created by luv. Witness to accountability being present as motion texts to sons choosing paths. With a hushed tongue of what trust truly means to step through and being the hype of the emotional rush. Fast, relations move like cash going in and outta the pocket as the green backs switch up to take turns in the hand that looses its grasp. But the heart doesn’t havta go numb. Just be patient with the lessons of the facts…