He hoped ,He may find you in middle of a street, on you, to settle his curiosity's peak. Heart lowered its mouth to hurt, willing to sink in neat. Projections hit reality; if you had fit in, he would have kissed your feet. Cheap deception at our hands, heart said, nothing greater than the taste of defeat. Heart wonders where it slipped away, to earn the way you treat. In search of new beat.