soft porn magazine / part two

intense intent

when it's all said and done does it really matter
lately i've been crying, not the sad kind.
the kind of cry out, to seek something, a direction of perfection.
well it ain't me, i'm not one of a kind.
the one i wish i was, the one he needs,
down further, further below lies the youth.
i wouldn't bet on it, believing is free.
cry out, cry more, fight your corner, cry longer.
look to the left, notice the difference in shapes.
don't say forget it, don't dismiss the reason.
look closer, into the unpredictable possibility of loving a women.
honesty thrown away with last nights trash, tears left on the concrete doorstep.
how often do you preform? how often do you cry? do you long for something more? something to lie beside?
intense intent.