#innocentthoughts

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Now rich will stare from the windows of their sea facing houses enjoying sunset while the poor will be restlessly awake all night

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Alone

Will you always walk towards me..

And never move away.

Will you always talk sitting next to me..

And never look away.

Will you always hold my hands..

And never loosen your grip.

Will you always stand in the sands..

And watch as water softens the land on your toe tip.

Will you always kiss ..

When I talk fast.

Will you always miss..

Right after I walk past.

Will you always feel bliss..

When you find me at last.

And look at the sunset as it travels over it's cast.

Will you tug me..

While I sleep.

Will you hug me..

While I weep.

Will you bug me..

To upkeep.

And childishly plug me to a laughter sweep.

Will you still lie to me..

When you don't.

Will you still cry for me..

When I won't.

Will you still follow me.

When all of this is over..

Cause I won't be able..

To walk out of this alone..

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Instinct

All alone in the dark..

While he waited for a spark.

Sweat drops felt itchy..

Scars that oozed blood went numb.

Words didn't have the urge..

To come out and indulge.

Shout if he may..

That might just increase the delay.

His own touch seems warm..

When even the floor shoots for harm.

The walls remind where he was beaten up..

Standing tall when his guts were eaten up..

Thunder roars outside..

Louder the snores inside.

There is no sense of light whatsoever..

His fight is coming to an end against never.

Now he loves the dark..

While he ..

He knows the door won't open..

And even if it does..

The world for him will be broken..

Scars on him will never heal..

What people think of him ..

They will never reveal.

Besides his survival instinct..

Is stronger than ever distinct..

When he will save to protect..

Innocence from it's very own grave.

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Flip-flops

Tip toe before the run..

Pledging by the marching sun.

Firey floor slouchy eyes.

Never bother to hold score..

While guarding a rusty door.

Slip slow while friction is fun..

Echoing gallops fetching none.

Chasing the fireflies..

Giggling with butterflies.

Until the midnight peeps glow.

Over counting the stars flow.

On the beaming terrace show.

Drip drops on roofs platter..

Dance in the rain..

Stomping continuous laughter.

While flip-flops covered in mud..

Holding hands traveling water slud.

Sliding by the waves of muddy puddles..

Who would have known the charms of hasty cuddles.

When finally they wash those flip flops..

Hops the life in different stops.

But the once that they walked alongside friends..

Where the dusty journeys with flip-flops that never blends..

As they always remind of someone who happily lends those flip-flops or just doesn't refuse to mend it that one time.

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Beyond the Sunny Side

There were hands holding me..

Fingers that covered my eyes..

World to me was folded..

Within sugar coated lies.

There were paths defined..

Words to be read underlined..

Walking through forest was undermined..

Underneath the house that shined.

There were shoulders right beside..

Tears that poured where glanced quick and wiped.

Windows that showed dark clouds were exchanged by a fake sunny side..

As soon as failure hit there was always an applaud that you tried.

There were freedom of speech...

Always a pull over right after a screech.

There were sounds of encouragement bugel..

Without the slightest encounter to the gruesome battlefield.

There were bruises accompanied by heed..

There was always someone holding on while they bleed.

As getting wounded was the only way to the set the tears free..

When indeed it was the shortest outcome to which it leads when compared to others that you see..

That's childhood played for us in repeat...

Where friends and family shadow your scariest defeat..

And loneliness gathers dust right under your feet.

Until one day you confront it all..

Right when you feel proud that there were so many of them..

Guiding you to learn the art of plunge before you finally fall.

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I thought I meant something until the pavement was built with the wall in place.