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“Ramchandra of Awadh realm,
Archer ace, Epitome of phlegm.
Missile infallible, sets vices aflame
O Ineffable ! ‘Tis diction of thy name.
Thy deeds divine, none can fathom
Mommy, I'm scared
We've talked about this before
briefly, but I was still being straight
to the point that worries you more
Mommy, I'm still scared
In the screwing class, at soothing home
Scenes obscured behind the viel of the past
Of emotions robust, yon vision an epitome
Via peephole of nostalgia, I see they last.
That gullible child , for oft went wild
For the want of big and small needs
True beauty is an art
It shines thru everything even your heart.
It may be subtle it may be in just your smile or the little things you do.
It may even seem simple even to you.
But true beauty will always shine thru.
A smile so bright it'll light up a room.
My heart is racing
I can't stop pacing
They won't stop fighting
"Why won't you stop cheating?"
She asks him slurring
Comfort is in the hand that soothed me
The one I gently kiss to sleep at night
I am grateful for his softness
May they please protect the peace
And leave me surrendered
I'm not in thirst
though throat gets puzzled
to see a river of night's shower
becoming slow motioned drops on lips
You write about the man of your dreams.
But have you considered maybe your not his it seems.
I know this sounds harsh and I know this will hurt.
But someone forgot to tell you that princes don't exist we're all mostly made of dirt.
Life isn't a fairytale that you read at night it's as real as it seems.
You skip over the best to find you a toad.
I'm more then the sum of my parts.
I'm the king of kings I'm the joker in your heart of hearts.
I'm more the the sum of my age.
I'm the conductor the maestro with out a stage.
I'm an ageless wonder.
I'm the lighting with out a sound I-am the thunder.
I have no wish
The emancipation of hope
May it coil itself around my thoughts and wrap around my fingertips
I'm battered and bruised.
I've been set on fire and used.
You think our scars are different then mine but all scars are the same.
Even if mine all have a different names there all one in the same.
Im 2 tired to feel and I'm not ready to heal I'm just numb so numb I don't care anymore.
Numb to the touch numb to the core.
First comes the ice
Clink, clink, clink
Now the wine
She drinks, "aah"
She speaks, her lips are poison