There was a warmth when u surrounded me
There were no barriers around me
Cause I never needed one
There was always your warmth
To protect me, to secure me
From the freezing cold winds
Never was a need to walk when you were my wings
Never felt the pain cause you were my guard
I was imbecile
I was raw
Raw for the tastes of land
Because now the warmth was fading away
Now I had to build a wall to shield myself
An invincible one
where you see me smile but only I know it never reached my eye
A wall where it protects me form the storms
I was proud of the wall I built
But I never could fly
I lost it with your warmth
But there is still an ignored hope at the corner where I wish this wall would come down with the heat
and I would fly again with a better wings.

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Ours feets might be poles apart but our hearts always runs together.

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There's an invincible cavity blanketing the skin of sham of compliments and laughter taking us further apart
From whom we are
From whom we used to be and
From whom we will be
For the mere acceptance of what they do want and don't
Just to bend in with the colors we are not
Forgetting the truth of the moment while focusing the teeth
Words snaked to rhyme
Oblivious of the suffocating end

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The night was eerie with cold winds snapping the untouched windows.
Whispers of unknown death echoes the corner of That hollow house. Halogen lights surrounding hids the tombs of enigma.
Opaqueness covering the brightest light by the queer of mists.
Reluctant of a feet misery, shadows the path along the stairs.
Orbs amid those rooms creaks from the concealed presence.
Silhouettes that arrest the entry shows itself at the windows of That house.

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The masquerade of light
Beyond is darkness.
Hypnotized beauty of the path
A Fabricating maze
Beguiled - an alluring bloom
But innocent about the horns.
Easy minds
Twisted plots.
Charming sentence
Silent word.
Hearty laughter
Hidden thoughts.
The unsolved dilemma
An enigma
The Path that is even darker with the lights out.
- A path of subconscious mind.

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Running waters, crickets, birds sing the lullaby with silent breeze coming through the wide open windows.
Leaves that crackles pleasing your ears to resting brains with the unrhythmic beats.
The clay that brings the fragrance braiding us to the ground evoking we in every I.
Pitter-patter drops that quenches the empty hearts filling with unknown hopes that was buried under layers of opaqueness.
Free from the scoundrelous thoughts afloating by the wild Minions of nature following only the by instincts into the wilderness.
Venturing into the light and dark with trusting only ourselves teaches the greatest power - Believe in yourself.

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Free from the scoundrel
The nature
Inscribes their prints
Forever virtuous by the laws

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He was everything I lost.

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Attention is like a hunger
The more you get it
The more you would want it
The more important you would feel
The less you would know yourself

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Your eyes unfold the innuendo to me and remains unbeknown to these near orbs.

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