When the right thing ends:
Sneek a peek when your weak a friend you shall seek.
Break that wall fall and fall give it you’re all.
Flowers and calls give its rise to your forever fall.
Share your thoughts toss those rocks of midnights throughts.
Whispery smiles across a crowded foyer of familiars.
A smokey voice lingers and makes you cross your fingers.
Lust of visits reels you into elated endeavors.
When the right thing ends where do you begin?