Curiosity asks if u ever felt it. The way it touched u. N how it ran through u. To realize it literally ran straight through u, takin who u was with it. Standin in the mirrors edge that seems so trmptin. desperately searchin for whats left. Findin fragments of shattered pieces scattered. Leavin cracks so fragile. To damn sensitive to the slightest breeze that hurts gettin back up. To wind up in the cycles circle definin character breakin down. Bled dry as new life struggles to trust anything that moves on its own. Needin actions to speak, muted by questions that linger within that set on the finger prints afraid to land. To be felt. To enjoy a man puttin together the puzzle of self he doesnt even know how to construct. Wantin a lil help n a sharper set of eyes to watch the back. As it stands before u n u dont know how to truly open up. Willin n holdin on hand the facts in dyer need to show the face behind the masks entertainment. Diggin deep so another other than self is real. For the one behind the reflection of the glass that stares is watchin everything in sight. Its jus a wonder in the mind that lingers with the thought that matters.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 08:26:09 +0000
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